He comes to me in the night....

...across the miles, through the millineum of time. He steals my breath and leaves me gasping for air. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, hear his whispers in my ear. His hands as they caress me, loving me, only make me want him more. I feel him, pulsing against me, his desire is strong. I feel the urgency in his kisses as our mouths explore the recesses of each other. We are 2 souls about to become one with each other. My arms are around his neck as my back arches up to meet him. I feel the hotness of his manhood, probing, longing, searching for home. My legs encircle his waist as he enters me. Slowly at first, teasing, creating an anxiety in me. Making me want him, making me crave him. Needing him to find his way home. He comes to me in the night, loving me and fulfilling my deepest wanton desires.


Mistress of the Dark