My breathing would immediately take me to whimpering girl, startled but subconsciously addicted to the power and attention her lover gave her. . . .

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THAT'S RIGHT LITTLE GIRL, JUST WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED

The term making love never really stirred me. Making love was for tragically unhip older out of shape people like your parents, or if you couldn't stand the thought of your parents doing it then some of your better looking friends parents. It was for those who had dulled their edge to butter knife status with stability and slowness. It was not for young lovers; frenzied sharks in the pool of availability, who raked hair and yanked necks back, bit neck muscles until tender, bruised, ready to pop. Who spread your lips with spidery fingers and soaked in your mouth. Who left your inner thighs bruised from the insatiable desire to teeth on you and you wore a short skirt to barely cover these purple heart awards long enough to walk over to your girlfriends house and show her and shriek breathless on her couch, reliving the lurid details from the night before. But then came the summer of Jaysun. The beautiful, mysterious, wandering lone wolf I tracked for weeks through thick underbrush, just inches away from the faint etchings of his scent. I knew where to find him. For all the stink of royalty he had about him, he worked at a beer and wine carryout. But I didn't want to go that route. I wanted to hide behind trees and tip toe around corners and watch him from a distance, lay surprises like the bricks laid by slaves in the streets of old German Village; slowly with painstaking delicacy, laying each one carefully at the right moment in time, paving the way for the time we would walk together. Coaxing him to me by secretly weaving some sticky spun sugar strand that would catch him in my web of love. Okay, so it didn't exactly work that way.

With Jaysun, cigarettes were tobacco, marijuana was smoke and sex was making love. Cooking was sacred and taste tests were not allowed. A tall curious creature and one of the most beautiful and elusive I had ever seen. Getting to know him was akin to meeting an alien. There was no one before him and who could say if I'd still be alive after him. Much like a wild animal, I knew I'd have to temper my intensity and dish it out only in small increments, slowly feeding him a little at a time and letting him spook and run when I got too close. I would remain solid and constant and he would grow hungry again and come feed from my hand. Slowly, slowly, slowly I orchestrated this delicate plan until finally he agreed to come to dinner. He came early and I wasn't prepared to see him. I wanted to hide my preparation of the salmon from him and just look beautiful and calm presenting this gorgeous dinner of seasoned pink flesh. I didn't want him to see me at the counter with my hair piled on top of my head, covered with mayonnaise and wrestling with tinfoil. But there he was, clean-shaven, radiating beauty in magnificent glory, smiling sheepishly in my doorway and I just about hyperventilated right there over the sink. I was shaken and stirred like I had never felt in my life. I couldn’t look him in the eye, my heart was racing, we spoke in fractured stumpy phrases like 5th grade cave people. It was like the light, innocence and beauty that emanated from him was blinding to me. It took my breath away like mountain air but gradually I kept breathing him in a little at a time, gathering inoculation until two glasses of vino later I was hovering over him on the couch of my porch, my tempering of intensity swallowed with the wine, his jaw crocked in the web out my hand, my mouth in total control moving over his and all he could do was lean back into that couch, eyes frozen open in amazement that such a ravenous creature had been hiding behind that gentle front. Those were the long, deliciously unfolding days of Jayson.

And Jaysun never came. He was Zen master rama and couldn’t afford to lose his chi. His cock would swell from the sheer unstoppable velocic dam force he’d built into it and he’d take himself to the brink but never go over, instead snapping back out of my body like a rubber band and flinging his frame across the room with trapped wild animal eyes as if my pulsating vagina itself was the satanic temptation of Hades. But our sex, or rather lovemaking, was phenomenally incredible, especially when we weren’t having sex. There was this unspoken surreal incestual nature that took over and we silently fell into roles originally designed for sex offenders and their targets. The process made me tighten and gush in megahertz unfathomed before as he controlled every inch of my being, talking me thru it. He’d stretch me out and say, “You want to come for daddy?” his eyes big and soft like so many adults talk to children. He’d stretch my arms above me and clamp my wrists. Tight. A little too tight. If I resisted, he’d jerk them upwards to eleviate the slack, silence the struggle and whisper like a piston, “SHHH”—his face firm, almost angry at me for making a peep. The length of his long, lovely firm frame would turn sideways, bracing mine. His feet would pull my legs down by my ankles so I was stretched taunt on the length of my bed. A warm foot would abruptly poke its way up between my legs, forcing them open, bit by bit. Up thru the clamping of my knees and then thru the soft channel of my thighs. “Yes, I think you do, daddy wants you to come”. My breathing would immediately take me to whimpering girl, startled but subconsciously addicted to the power and attention her lover gave her. Between stretched hands and feet, Jaysun would lean his outstretched tongue down to my beautiful clitoris, barely visible popping out from a silky tuft of hair. Wet and stiff he’d graze over me, using his mouth as detached tool, not giving me his full, luscious lips until much later. By isolating this one sensitive part of my body, I’d stretch upward and arch to make myself move available to his mouth. “Oh you like that? You’re such a good little girl, taking my tongue like that. You’re getting so wet, so ready. Don’t you like that?” More statement than question. I slowly nod. “I’m going to give you more, so much more, we’re going to make you have a nice orgasm for me.” He takes my gigantic, hydraulic, fuel injected power vibrator out from under my bed and flicks it on high. The vibrational wake alone is enough to numb your hand if left unattended for too long. One false move and you could probably lose it up to your elbow. Entire earthquake monitors have been set off by this thing. He grazes it over my arching clitoris. I buck up to him. He sinks the bulb a little further into me. I recoil from the intensity. He passes slow, fast circles teasingly around my clitoris. I rise and fall to their rhythm. He takes one hand and spreads my lips apart and moves his tongue back down to my swelling body. He flicks over and over me, like a sexual snake to devour my middle cream filling. Then he sucks, gently like a baby, then more forcefully between his teeth, I twist away but am held fast by his thick fist and athletes long muscle smooth legs. All I can do is rise up into his mouth further, reaching, trying for the soft safety of pushing myself wholly in his wet mouth.

He lets go of my hands and jumps between my thighs. Pushing my legs up, bent knees into the air aside my body. His popping penis is between my legs and he pushes in, slowly at first to break me than more forcefully as he slides deeper. He tilts my helpless pelvis forward with his intrinsically trained palms so that he depresses my g spot and rubs circles around it while holding his base. The sweet cavern above the small of my back gets stuffed with a down pillow and this makes me all the easier to reach. My eyes are tightly closed, I know this delicious routine. He comes out then pounds into me, hitting my g spot over and over and over while my body releases internal juice. With precision he slides out and says, “That was so good, are you ready to take

daddy all the way now?” My arm flings over my face with anticipated ecstasy and abandon and I nod again yes, forever yes, I will always want to be taken this way yessss. He lifts my bottom up off the bed and says, “C’mere, let daddy look at you. Oh, you look so pretty. So tight. I’m going to spread you so wide. Now c’mere and let me get you ready.” He lifts my hips to his mouth like I was no heavier than a piece of toast, and meticulously licks between me; over and over until I am relaxed, sinking into his manly boyish face; his wettened stubble; feathery and wild ticklish between my legs, my head lashes from sides to side from under my arm. He lowers my body and shoves my knees back further out of his way, he shores that pillow under my body to make the perfect angle for me and then takes slippery fingers and puts them inside of my bottom. This is his preparation. This is the time I know I’m done for, I know the promise of the most intense orgasm and I can hardly wait. He balances the tiny small of my back in his one mammoth man’s palm like I’m a serving tray he’s carrying around and grabs his cock midway up and guides it into the tightest part of my body. He rests, “Oh you feel so good. Now we’re going to make you come for daddy, okay? I want you to come for me, to squeeze my cock and make yourself come. All right?” He moves, pushes, glides in and I allow. He tells me to squeeze. I do. He tells me to get the vibratator and I oblige. I place it gently over my pubic bone and the cock in my ass feels like a drug; an emotional, taboo psychosexual epidural that fills me with warm pleasure. I buzz myself and he simply pulls my torso, firmly stuck to the palm of his hand back and forth from his cock. The movement slides me to and fro and he talks me thru, “You are such a good little girl, taking daddy’s cock the whole way, do you want more? Okay, (shove) now I want you to come.” His voice gets harsh, more command than request. He is total detached commander, watching over me, commandeering my complete and inescapable orgasm. I have no choice; to disappointment him would mean a more painful fuck than I’d bargained for. I press the buzz into my wet flesh. Waves of vibration rise and fall inside me, rocking me higher toward the edge as my waist rocks into one hard unflinching forever lasting penis. The penis that simply will not come. And now, in one final moment of tumbling over the water fall, Jaysun takes both hands and lifts my hips up from underside, and with the sheer strength of a lumberjack, pulls me down on himself hard, over and over stuffing into me up to his pubic bone, he’s demanding, “C’mon little girl, COME. Come now.” And I do. Over and over waves rippling into ecstasy throughout the outer edges of my body. The air escapes me and I pour into pillows below me, eyes shocked wide open and my core totally penetrated. Jaysun tells me how good I’ve been, how proud he is of me and lifts my legs by my ankles, like they’re two soda pop bottles he’s going to carry in one hand by their necks. He’s going to clean me and he slides wet beautiful tongue between my legs, gathering up this awesome honey-suckle orgasmic juice I gush when released. After I’ve been lapped, he lowers my legs; ankles clamped tight in his fist and stretches the tensed tangle of my body out; stretches me gently, lovingly to sink into relaxation. He tucks a cover under my chin and arranges the bed as if he’s made it but forgotten to take me out. He kisses my forehead and says, "You were such a good girl for me tonight.” Then he gets up and pads out into the hall, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him. The lock clinks shut and

seals our secret. He walks out my house and I fall asleep; a 25 year old reclusive, closet sex pot, having played my gravest fantasy out without ever a word about it from either of us during our waking hours.

END

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