He's in your dreams. You constantly surround yourself in the fantasies of one day him being yours yet you know it could never be. Like any other red blooded woman, you can't help but get lost in the brilliance of his presence or the passion in his performance. He makes you feel as though you are the only one in the world even though you're surrounded by thousands of other vying for his affections. God it must be great to be the one woman that has his affection every night. You wish you were that woman as you lose yourself in the thought of him carries you away.
You sit watching as they finish a rehearsal. He's the last to leave the stage. He motions you to join him. You coyly motion him to join you in the now hollow presence of an arena. You watch as he jumps off the stage to join you. He knows your game and he loves to play it. He silently takes your hand and weaves his fingers amongst yours. Your hearts racing wildly with the anticipation as to what's to come.
You draw his hand behind your back as you draw him in. You can barely breathe with zero space between yourselves. He draws the length of your hair away from your features as his lips softly meet yours. Being this close to him has practically rendered you senseless and still unsure of the presence of others, you whisper softly upon his ear,"Are we alone?"
He simply chuckles at the innocence of your inquiry and responds with a brutal attack on your lips; deliberately infiltrating the curiousness of your taste. He deviously draws your hand behind him as his leaves yours to search the valleys and meadows of your femininty. Everything spins endlessly as you feel your legs wrapped around him and a metal cushioned stadium seat is your balance. You lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth encircling the taut little nub of flesh upon your lusciuos creations that you're not sure when they were uncovered. His soft golden skin already glowing with perspiration as you feel him pressing your skirt up to find your body void of any covering lace or otherwise. You meet his gaze as you search for the key to unlock the door to his heavenly distraction. Hungrily, you consume his invitation for love with the desire beyond consumption already present in yours. He guides you through the motions as you let him have the lead. His body thrusts up under yours before you once again control his entire existence. You frantically grind your body upon his. You feel his body tense as you feel the fire grip yours. You want this to last forever but you slowly lose the battle as you feel the warmth of his masculinity course through your body.
Lost forever, then you look up and meet those eyes. Those brilliantly exuberant brown eyes, that soft golden skin exposed with the the tank top he's wearing, that very tight leather exposing his dreams. He smiles devilishly. You've been caught........or has he? |
