A SLAVE TO LOVE

Turning restlessly on his bed trying to get some sleep, Treyvon realised he can’t, he works a high stress job but it’s nothing compared to how he feels about her, she’s his world, he’s lost in everything she does. Lust, compassion, jealousy, hate, kindness, affection, he can’t control any of it, all he wants is  Esperanza,the sound of her name to his ears, how it rolled out her tongue the very first day they met, his life is incomplete without her. She’s his world, he’ll give anything to have her right now. Physically, emotionally, carnally, that’s when it hits him he’s a slave to love. He has been thinking “what can I do to make it better, how much more can I do to impress her, what do I have to give up, what if she leaves or feels I’m not good enough for her or maybe I’m too good for her… what if!”

He recalls nights they’ve shared, his body against hers, her head on his chest, no space in between just deep breaths and sweet long deep kisses. So deep, so satisfying, so fulfilling, it’s passion at its fullest, and her breasts nudged against his chest. He remembers how they feel, how soft and comfortable those D-cups are, he remembers having it in his mouth, slushing all over it, he recalls her moans and the immense pleasure racing through his veins. He tries to control himself from getting lost but he already is, he’s a slave to love. Wow! he thinks, I miss her, I need her right now, I’d give anything for her to be in my arms right now.

He recalls how she whispers in his ears, nibbling carefully and playfully on his ears, it was raw pleasure sending shivers down his spine. He recalls kissing her inner thighs, slumbering down those big inner thighs, there was no place he would rather be. He remembers how wet she gets and how her body shivers to his every touch, he remembers going down on her, how warm it feels, it’s like the best slimy “gellish” thing he had tasted, she tastes like a delicate mix of exquisite Spanish cream, vanilla ice cream, a dash of ginger, it was truly beautiful. Her moans made him want to work her, pleasing her was all that mattered, she was his life. how he had made her clit so hard and red, playing with it for much longer would probably lead her to the “mountain”,how he gets so hard from having the time of his life with the woman of his life, on that very first night, he thought to himself how hasn’t he already climaxed, no time for thinking though he needed to go to that special place and take her with him. Finally, he mustered the strength and slid it in, she gave a gasp as she felt the length of him in her, it was ecstatic. he filled every inch of her. Slowly and gently with rhythm he went back and forth it was like a gymnast doing his routine but he was no gymnast he was just inspired by a woman, this woman, his woman! He was a slave in love.

He recalls how it lasted only a short while but it was more about the journey and he was satisfied how the journey had gone and he felt she wasn’t dissatisfied either. It was for her like being to Paris, seeing that shoe you always dreamed about with the dress and hand bag to match all of this completely free and given to you by someone who cares about you it was the ultimate feeling of pleasure it was wonderful well at least, that’s what she told him or he thought he heard. He recalls them lying naked, talking about stuff and laughing for hours both too tired to get out of bed. it had been a great night and nothing seemed more important than being in each other’s arms or so he thought.

Now here he was without her, all by himself, it tortured him to think about it but he had no choice he was in love. Where could she have gone where could she be? why hasn’t she sought him out? he began to fear the worst, what had happened to his woman? he couldn’t fathom being without her. it was the worst thing ever. He was sure he couldn’t bear it but she was out there somewhere, he could feel it. Maybe she needs rescuing, Maybe she has someone else, Maybe her phone would ring, Maybe… just Maybe he’ll wake up and this would all be a nightmare and she’ll be lying right next to him, her mouth slightly ajar breathing softly into his chest,,,, his phone beeps to bring him back to the present. it’s not her but there’s news… it’s not bad news but it isn’t good either…

Tune in for part 2😁

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THE DREAMER AND THE MERMAID

I grew grey as a blossom of the Judas tree   at the sight before me

My blood ice cold, my thoughts no longer my own

Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold,

And each separate strand as a thread of fine gold in a cup of glass.

Her body was as white ivory, and her tail was of silver and pearl.

and the green weeds of the sea coiled round it;

and like sea-shells were her ears, and her lips were like sea-coral.

The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts, and the salt glistened upon her eyelid

Her lips, oh her lips.. redder than a thousand blooming rose

I swear her green eyes has lain my soul captive

Hapless to know of her terror, helpless at the beauty of perfection

Slowly her mouth opens, she speaks but I can’t hear a word

For I am lost in those eyes, those green emeralds staring into mine

I wade into the shallow ends, hoping the closer; I’ll get to hear what she has to say

She urges me on with her hands, her mouth moving soundless; I’m drawn to her transfixed

I can’t move a muscle but I can feel the water rising over my waist

The cold feeling quelling my erection, “I’m doomed” I think as I drift closer

But I can hear her voice now, a sonorous voice it is

Angelic and sounding like a whole choir of sirens, no words but I can hear her voice

She urges me on, the water rises to my shoulders just when I realize I can’t swim

Still… those green eyes, those red lips, her breasts

Everything now seen in all its definition in the clear waters

I feel an erection again, my thoughts the opposite of the waters I’m wading through

I can’t remember how I got here, why I got here, what I want here, WHY I’M I HERE?

She goes under, swimming gracefully towards me, circling me

I feel ashamed and hope she doesn’t look too closely and see the wood I’m carrying between my legs

She resurfaces behind me, I can feel her cold breath, i turn to her, she’s closer than I thought

I’m breathless but I can smell her now, she smells of winter, a scented strawberry winter

She pulls me closer to herself, pushing herself into me, I feel her breast,

Her waist and the slippery scales of her tail…her wet hands around my neck

“kiss me” she says, “kiss me and I’ll be yours forever”

“holy hell” I think to myself, I lean close, chest to chest, erection to scales, lips hesitating

Just when I am about to kiss her, to find a relieve from this tortured dream (what else can it be)

Eyes closed and all, hoping to every deity I don’t wake up

I feel it, it’s warm, it’s running down my neck, down my chest “IT’S BLOOD”

She’s biting my neck, bleeding me dry but yet I’m ecstatic, it’s blissful, it’s peaceful

She raises her blood stained lips to mine…what a deep kiss

The electricity of her lips sends shivers down my spine,  her lips ignites my heart

Finally I can feel it beat, I feel so alive even though my blood is draining out of me

The water slowly turning red with my blood, and for the first time I feel unafraid

I want more now, I want her more than ever, I want inside her, I would die for her

“be careful what you wish” she says to me, looking at me… those green eyes now sky blue

Reflecting the moon and the stars.. by Jupiter I swear I can see the celestial bodies clearly in those eyes

She drags me under, kissing me again more passionately, more fiercely, too fierce I think

I feel my blood, the salty taste on her lips

I’m only human and perfection has never been our strong suit but for her I would be perfect

Been searching all smy life for a feeling like this, to hold someone and feel like this

Then it hit me, I feel the air running out of my lungs

Water rushing into them, my lungs burning

I try to push her away, she pulls me deeper swimming for the depths

Lips glued to mine, I see death in her bloodshot eyes

It’s funny how in death, I’m not ready to die

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