Days blurred after that wild night. Nathalie left for family vacation. Summer dragged. Her singing voice echoed in my skull. Those voluptuous curves. Porcelain hands. Delicate fingers tracing my skin. Round little tits haunted me. At the office, her empty desk mocked me. I broke off with my mistress. Nights stretched endless. Alone in bed, I obsessed over my little muse. I’d wake sweating, scribble poems fueled by raw need.
She’s brunette, so naughty. Soft hair begs for kisses. Caramel skin craves caresses—volcanic heat. Heart-shaped mouth smiles in bliss. Mischievous curves tease my thoughts. Hazel eyes burn with want. How gorgeous, my sweet friend. Round tits tempt my lips. Tiny soft hands love to stroke. Pure joy from my beauty. I quiver under her kisses. Craving her ignites my mind. Her pleasure cries soothe my ears. Ecstasy song thrills me. I ache to hold her, love her, protect her—in carnal waltz to seventh heaven. My secret garden. Haunts my nights. Fairest of all. My muse, southern fairy. Shudders under me scream delight. Warm belly. Honeyed fruit swallows me whole for hot love sap.
The Fever
Three weeks of torment. I’d jerk alone in bed, imagining her fingers on my shaft. Cum for her, happy in solitude. Something shifted deep inside—blamed it on heartbreak.
September hit. Indian summer glowed. I arrived early, heart pounding. Waited. What did she think of us? Those weeks apart? Part of me hoped it’d end—safer that way.
Door swings open. Tanned goddess in blue dress hugging every curve. Ripe ass sways. Vanilla scent hits. Nathalie beams. Cheek kisses linger. Her body melts into mine. Heart races. She settles at her desk, eyes locked on me all day. Stolen glances. Smiles electric.
Evening empties the office. Alone. She enters. I stand. Her porcelain hands seize mine, kiss my fingers.
“Missed you,” she purrs.
Adolescent nerves grip me. She tiptoes, lips brush mine. Pure. I confess the same. Dive in—kiss cheeks, neck, bare shoulders. She molds to me. Tongues tangle fierce after weeks starved. Hands roam her sides, grip that ass through thin fabric. She moans. Her small hands knead my cheeks. Kisses devour like last ever. Breathless, I kneel. Kiss her round belly through lace. Hands slide up bare calves. Lift dress. Lips on silky thighs. She backs to wall. Fingers in my hair. “Higher… to my pleasure core.”
On all fours under her dress. Face buried in panties. Sea-salt musk floods me. Abricot heat pulses. Two fingers tease between cheeks. She gasps as I mouth the fabric.
Reality snaps—boss could walk in. Career suicide. We laugh, straighten up. But fire rages. I drag her to bathroom. Lock clicks.
Confined space amplifies. Passionate kisses resume. Her eyes blaze. Nipples poke thin dress. She eyes my bulge. Whispers hot: “Show me how you jerked off missing me.”
Stunned. Her heart-mouth smiles, tiny white teeth gleam. “Please, jerk for me,” doll-voice insists.
Dreamlike. Absurd. Exciting. Pants unbutton. She yanks them down with boxers, hangs on hook. Shirt off. Naked. Cock throbs monstrous.
The Blaze
She nears. Kisses glans tip. “Stroke for me.” Always fantasized this—never said.
Her gaze urges. Right hand grips shaft. Slow pumps start. Eyes lock. Her lips part, tongue wets them. Salivating. My grunts fill air. Skin slaps skin. Pleasure waves build. She admires my wrist—expert twist.
Breath hitches. Faster. Cock swells huge, purple head, blue veins bulge. Terrifying beast. Independent. Exhilarating.
Edge nears. I groan warning.
Plastic cup thrusts forward. “Cum in here.”
Bliss explodes. Jets of thick, hot cum flood cup. Endless torrents. Bite hand to silence roar. Legs quake.
She milks last drops. I slump against door, panting.
“Look.”
She drinks. Gulps my load like thirst-mad. Eyes pierce mine. Vast quantity. Savors every drop.
Collides into me. Sperm-tang kiss. Strings of saliva-cum on lips.
I dress. Follow her out. Mind blank. Cock aches—vampirized. She shrugs: “Normal for that size.” Vanishes like magic.