-It's a Weapon, a Lie, and a Tool- 



I thought of strip teasing for you, of slowly, seductively removing articles of my clothing and teasing you with what's to come.

I thought of approacing you whilst stripping, of holding your shoulders in my arms, letting you feel my muscles tense and contract as I feel yours do the same.

I thought of reaching into my pants, and pulling out a knife, taking your hair into my hand and pulling it tight, exposing your lovely, white neck.

I thought of holding the blade of the knife against your pale throat, of breathing on your neck, of nibbling on your earlobe and telling you how much I want to fuck you.

I thought of my hard on, pressed against the small of your back, bulging through my jeans and wanting to taste your inner sun.

I thought of your heart beating, of the panic in your eyes, of removing the knife blade and letting you go, falling to your knees.

I thought of removing my jeans, slipping out of my underwear, standing before you, my cock erect.

I thought of stroking myself as I watched you watching me stroke myself, seeing something in your eyes that aroused me further.

I thought of you rushing up to me, grabbing me, shoving me against the ground and straddling over me, telling me how much you want to fuck me.

I thought of your hands caressing my body, of your lips against mine, of your palm and mouth on my cock, leaving trails of saliva where you went.

I thought of my hands returning the favor, of burying my face between your legs, of savoring the warmth and wetness that is your inner sun.

I thought of entering you, of you locking me in your thighs, of both of us thrusting, fucking, moaning in pleasure.

I thought of holding myself off until you came, and then releasing, unleashing my seed into you.

I thought of both of us, satiated, spent, my warm seed trickling down your inner lips and on my erect cock, of our mouths locked in passionate kiss.

Then the hands on my cock come to a standstill, I watch my own come spurt forth, only to land, wasted, on my inner thigh.

I curse life, I curse love, that I could not be there with you and realize my fantasy, my dream, my ambition.

Only the memory remains, the memory of what had not been but what had been, the memory that I relive every night, every session, every time.

And when I see, in my mind's eye, your naked body spread out before me, I see who I am, and I'm afraid because it's not a man.

It's a beast, not a man.