Secret Passion

(2 July 2009)

She came to me as I lay in bed. Her long dark hair was pinned up, her brown skin glowed in the moonlight. Her sari fluttered around the curves of her body, revealing the curve of a hip here, the swell of a breast there. I felt my cock rising as I watched her sinuous motions, coming ever closer.

When she was so close that I could smell the fruity whispers of her perfume blending with her natural musk, she paused. Her hand traced my body under the sheet, making my heart race and my cock throb with her light touch. She pulled back and loosened the swath of fabric that hid her body from my view.

Silver threads glittered in the moonlight as she peeled her clothes away. Her short shirt fell away and I could see her rich brown breasts, hanging heavy on her chest like pomegranates, the nipples like seeds waiting to be sucked. When she was naked, her long limbs bare and shining in the darkness, she lifted her arms behind her head and unpinned her hair. The silky black strands cascaded around her shoulders, framing her exotic features. The ends fell past her breasts, covering those luscious orbs from my sight until she pulled her hair back and came towards me again.

With one smooth motion, she had pulled the sheet aside, and I lay as naked as she was. She knelt above me and dragged her hair along my body, stimulating every nerve ending with her glorious tresses. When she reached my cock she paused and took it into her mouth. Her tongue darted over my swollen root, making it stiffer and wetter as she swallowed it passionately.

"Please," I moaned, reaching for her. She let my prick slide from her lips and moved up, throwing her hair back again as her dark hands stroked my cock, holding it upright as she lowered herself onto it. I split her cunt lips with my fingers, watching my dick slide into her welcoming warmth, slick juices trickling down my aching shaft.

I held her hips with one hand, letting my thumb play over her clit with the other. She leaned away, arching her back so her hair tickled along the soles of my feet and her breasts fell to the side, and then returned to me, pressing back against my thumb.

She caressed her own breasts, lifting the nipples to her mouth and trailing her tongue around them as she looked deep into my eyes. She was in control, taking my hardness inside her over and over again. Her eyes closed peacefully as she came, her heated cunt surrounding my cock, pulling at it, begging me to come with her.

I could no longer hold back. I moved my hand from her sweet moisture and pressed it against her other hip, bringing her down on me, penetrating her fully. The air was filled with the scents of flowers and sweat and lust, making a divine curry of desire. I thrust up, filling her mound with my cock, and exploded inside her, bathing her with my spunk.

She cried out in pleasure as my prick swelled again inside her, delivering another dose of my cum, and then fell into my arms. As I moved to hold her, I felt nothing but air. She had disappeared, and I was left with only my secret passion in the night.