Frenzy
by Jonathan Quince
Saturday, March 26, 2005 15:05:00
I want your body. Badly. Now.
I want your cunt pressed to my face. Rub it all over me; anoint me with your lust; cover me head-to-toe with the scent of your sex. Let no one mistake that woman has been upon me, for I carry her mark—your mark—as a sign of my manhood.
I want myself in your cunt. Deep. I want to invade you, to own you, to know you from your core as my hands know your surface.
I want my hands on you—everywhere. Your body is mine to caress, to fondle, to know in every place, in every way, without limitation or inhibition. You are a plaything for my fingers to knead and tweak, my palms to touch and spank, my touch to explore ’til I your inside and outside are bared to me utterly.
I want your curves, your femininity, your alternating softness and firmness. Lithe yet voluptuous, willowy-winsome, lusty-buxom yet svelte: Your statuesque figure, in every comely dimension, is an object of my craving. Diverse are the forms of female beauty, with such subtle differences making life’s variety so sweet; bring me your body, shapely gracile creature, and I will revel in your uniqueness as I adore you so carnally.
I want your sound: Sighs and screams, moans and whimpers, dreamy breaths, sultry whispers. Your voice strained in yearning, the wet sounds of sex, climactic cadenzas o’er chorus complex. Beg when I tease, roar when I please; for my bound, helpless damsel, you are slave to my thrall; and from libidinous hunger, I am your release.
I want your heat: The heat of your tongue dancing in my mouth—the heat of your chest pressed to mine, full-length in full contact—the heat of your cunt in its wetness, burning with desire, seething with life.
I want your glow: Your starburst by my lightening, your explosion by my ignition; you flush as your blood boils, you melt as your heart churns, as in this auric radiance, your ecstasy burns.
I want your madness of eyes glazed, breath short, all senses lost to exalted delirium. For by this state you are unleashed in transportment, freed to nature, liberated to be captured by the spell of my touch.
I want to immerse in you, to mix with you. My mouth and your mouth are one in union, wordless speech in silent song; my juices combine with yours in your womb, sex consummated in fervid fulness. As my you absorb my kinesis in each thrust to your pubis, you recoil and respond with an embrace, a grind, a twist of your hips. The energy of my passion runs through you, and yours through me, as we engage a circuit of glory and wonder and pure, orgasmic exchange.
Come to me now; I don’t ask, but demand it! Kneel for me, lie for me, spread for me wide. Open your legs around me, close your arms about me, clasp your fingers tight amongst mine so intertwined. And I will take you, break you, ride you, make you, hold you, suck you, own you, fuck you—possess you in every part, every way—stop time itself for every act, night and day. Only may we pause when you are spent in my arms and I am spent in you; and only pause may we at all before another round, a new addiction, new pleasures found, a new position. And in the lull between lewd deeds, when you nestle in my embrace, I cuddle you and whisper of future desires; that I, the insatiate, and you, wanton nymph supreme, may again seduce each other to unending dream.