I think I'll tie you to the bed Leave you there Sip my whiskey Tease you Toy with you
I'll take my time Have you suck me Touch your breast Your soft body Fuck you for awhile
I'll caress your mind Rub my thick metaphors And similes as wet as your pussy Between that buttery, bouncy back door
Alliterative posturing aside... I won't bother with an Oxford comma When I shoot my load on your belly, thighs, and face I won't cum wrapped in a third-person pronoun, either Just you Tonight
My tongue traces the outline of your ear, whispering You turn to look at me I take your hand and bring it to my body You stare into my eyes Reaching down to unzip me Dropping to your knees You suck my hard cock into your wet mouth
I pick you up and carry you to the bedroom I undress you, slowly... lay you on the bed Bathing you in kisses My tongue pushing inside you I tease you Ease into you Tasting your lips
You look at me, eyes glazed Pinned beneath as I fuck you Crossing over into that sweet spot Where resistance turns to surrender Your face... pressed against my shoulder Smeared with saliva and sweat
I lean down to kiss you You cry out as I pull out Showering you in cum Your body trembling
An old story I wrote. It's pretty short. Anyway... I was listening to stuff like this when I wrote it.
Characters:
- Henry as an old man - Gretta in her early 30s - Henry as a young man in his 30s
An old man sits in a chair by the window. The room is cold and dark. It's a small room. Not much furniture. The dust is thick. Papers are scattered on the floor. Whiskey in hand, he sits and watches the falling snow. He looks to the table. He reaches over and grabs a faded picture. He stares at it, then closes his eyes.
The scene changes now. The snow has stopped falling. The room is alive and bright with flowers and smells. The old man watches his beautiful young bride preparing dinner. The front door opens and a young Henry enters the room.
Gretta Hi, baby
Young Henry I have to work again tonight. This makes the fourth night in a row.
Gretta Another shift? Will you have time for dinner? I made your favorite.
Young Henry No, I can't. I just came home to get a change of clothes.
Gretta Must you go back to work, Henry? Every night it's been.
Young Henry I know, but... we need the money.
She walks up to Henry and cups his face in her hand. She smiles.
Gretta Can't you just stay tonight. We don't need the money. We'll find a way.
He kisses her cheek and walks to the door.
Young Henry This will be the last night, I promise. Keep it warm for me?
He smiles and walks out. The door closes behind him.
Gretta I love you, Henry
Scene changes.
Spotlight on Gretta as she goes about washing the dishes.
The old man slowly walks to her side and into the spotlight.
Henry I loved you. I never told you that much, though... did I? I never told you that you were the best thing to ever happen to me. I didn't realize how lucky I was. All you ever did was love me. All I ever did was spend time away from you... working. Always working.
The last night? No. I worked every night... all those years, and I was too tired when I got home to spend time with you. I never asked you about your dreams. I never asked if you were happy. You were always there for me. Why did you stay? You deserved better. We never realize what we have until it's gone - until it's too late.
And now...
Henry walks back to his chair and sits down.
Henry My life has been so emptywithout you in it.
When you died... I think I did, too. I wish I'd been there for you. So many regrets.
The snow begins to fall again outside the window.
Henry 53 years we were married...
The room changes back to a cold and dark state. Henry is alone in the room.
Henry Gretta...
He drops his glass and dies. Gretta's spirit appears. She smiles.
Henry's spirit rises out of the chair.
He takes her hand in his as they walk off into the darkness.
Saturday afternoon. Sunlight streams through the blinds.
The doorbell rings. She’s here.
Dark skin. Full lips. Delicious curves.
“Hello, Sir”, she says.
“I’m glad you came”, I reply... inhaling every inch of her. “You look nice."
She smiles and makes her way into the room. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”, she asks. What do I want her to do. What do I want. I want to put her over my lap and spank her. I want her face down in the sheets … a fistful of her hair in my hand.
What do I want her to do. I want her to... breathe.
I pour myself a drink and settle into the couch.
She gets down on her hands and knees to clean. She knows that I’m watching her, studying every little movement. The slightest glimpse of exposed skin thrills me.
The harder she works, the more she sweats. The more she sweats, the more visible the outline of her body. I am transfixed by the fullness of her breasts, the jiggle in her ass.
Her clothes hug her body perfectly. I resist the urge to bend her over.
She finishes. We approach the front door. She stands, purse in hand.
“Thank you”, I say.
“Are there any other tasks I can take care of for you while I’m here, Sir?”, she asks.
I hand her some money.
“Well... there is one task”, I say, “but... no; it’s ok.”
“Yes, Sir?”, she asks.
A smile crosses my face.
I laugh. “It’s fine. I appreciate your help today."
The black, burnished skin Smooth to the touch Slender Elegant A model of form and function
Feel my fingers roam, caress Navigating their way across your body An electric current, vibrating in tune That's it. Spread wide. Reveal that hot little G-spot
Air, thick and humid Light dress. No panties. Sweat dripping down Hair a mess. Fan blowing. Head back on the couch Legs spread, over my shoulders Ice cube in my mouth Against your thighs Against your lips My tongue, cooling you down Thoughts drifting off into mad prose Something of Tennessee Williams Inflamed Rambling Howling out
She moves like a panther Her eyes, black as the night I watch her; she knows She turns to me A smile on her lips Thunder rumbles through my soul Her black hair falls long She turns and she is gone Taking with her ... my last breath
I've been waiting I open the door to see you standing there You smile. I grin. I welcome you in. We walk to the window and look to the city below I stand behind you, my face inches from your hair I'm intoxicated by the scent of you I fight the temptation to pull your dress up Rip your panties from your body Fuck you against the glass I put my drink down and gently kiss the back of your neck You close your eyes and feel me feeling you You turn around Your lips and tongue mix with mine I fall to my knees and slowly lift your dress I climb my way up, kiss by kiss
Two scoops of pure vanilla Pressed against the glass Hot chocolate on top Dripping down across the nuts Spooning Swirling Coming together in black and white
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