Tempted

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I'm riding the power of his strength. 
The wave of his words. 
His poetry intrigues my senses. 
I find myself lost in his virtual carnality.

I dream of seducing him to satisfy my lust.
We go behind a closed door.
I hold his manhood in my hands.
I stroke him and his skin is soft.

I try to resist my urges.
I tell him I want him.
I want him bad.
I’m throbbing.
I’m warm and wet.

I visualize his milk white seed being planted deep inside me.
I hear him gasp as he slowly slides himself deeply inside.
I let out a sigh of relief as I feel him thrusting deeply to satisfy himself.
I take a deep breath as I ride the wave of his virile strength.

I am taken like a prisoner in conquest.
Attentively he pulls my head around and kisses my mouth.
I take his tongue in my mouth to fully suck on it.
He withdraws and rolls me over and finds me again from behind.

His thrusts are much deeper, more pronounced.
I moan in ecstasy. 
I cry out as he re-establishes his rhythm.
We experience an animal like frenzy as a specter arises from the essence of our manifestation.

Soon we are enraptured by our lascivious lust for all eternity.
The beast is now orchestrating our every move.
We are but puppets dancing to his tune.
Having accomplished his task, he recoils and retreats as a massive climax simultaneously takes us both.