Baskadia

Dirty thoughts about the King of my Dreams

Your scent enters my nose and I begin to salivate like an animal; your body is so firm and masculine, your arms and shoulders so strong and powerful, your skin is so dark, like chocolate and I crave to taste you. We are sitting by the lake on a blanket, having lunch outdoors; no one is around and I can't resist your scent any longer, I need you right now. I stop you midsentence and kiss your large, chocolate lips with my full red lips. The rest of the world melts away, and it is just the two of us, ravishing each other, pulling our clothes off, kissing and caressing. I must taste you. I place you in my mouth, slurping your hard dick deep into my mouth, then tenderly kissing the your shaft and teasing the head with the tip of my tongue. I climb on top of you and feel you slide deep inside of me, you sit up and to wrap your arms around me and pull my body close against yours, licking and sucking my nipples as you please. Moving together in perfect rhythm, ebbing and flowing, in another plane of existence, nothing matters, we are one with each other in the realm of pleasure. You feel so good inside of me, I could stay like this forever and I feel a vibration starting at the top of my head, making me feel high and you are my drug, the feeling travels into my breasts and to my fingertips, swirls through my womb and down my legs to the tips of my toes, a warmth consumes me and my mind flashes through visions of ancient worlds and then the energy pulls back in and we both orgasm with mind bending intensity. And we are back in the moment and laugh realizing that a random person was walking passed us, but they were lucky to be near such art, such perfect sexual vibrations, such magic. The world became brighter from our connection and only we know. Living in the garden of our love and the rest are merely subjects in our kingdom.