ALL SHADES OF SEXUAL INNUENDO

It wasn’t meant to be, no matter how hard we tried. Just a complete failure, yet we both lingered on. In the rain drenched air, we somehow could smell the heat. It was raw, it was heavy, and it was pungent. The thunder ebbed to a slow whisper and we glistened in the cold. We imagined we would be shivering to the bones, yet it was the exact opposite. Where we high on something, perhaps the drinks or the weed. Definitely the weed, we were assured it was light. Well what won’t sellers say to get buyers? We just sat there and listen to each other sigh and curse out. Indeed we were high, we saw the stars when the air was heavy with clouds. Clouds as pissed as Hades himself, no Neptune, Fuck Zeus. Now I am messing up all the gods up. Hahaha, she laughed like a WhatsApp emoji. Jesus what the fuck is happening to us, I need some water, do you want some, I asked?

 Uhuh yh, she said.

I finally managed to get the door open and just when I turned, they she was, inches away from me. Fuck what are you doing? Ssh don’t talk, just kiss. Just touch. Just lick. Just suck. Just hold me tight. I don’t get naughty for anyone. Earlier you sounded like food for thought, maybe after some head, I will gain more knowledge.

Ha-ha. She laughed that laugh again, but this time it was full and throaty. Deep from her soul. I was high and hard at the same time. Just her voice, seemed to do the trick. I kept telling myself, it’s not meant to be, but damn was she fine. I mean not Amber Rose lustful but kind of Sofia Vergara sensuality. What was the point of holding back, she wanted me to want her and did I need her. Like the fountain of youth, I sunk in and drank from her pool. She was so deep and tasted like early morning dew. I may be exaggerating for emphasis and I was pretty high so what would I know.

She was no joke, she was no play, I mean she touched and controlled. Like she just came out of a pornhub audition and needed to prove her worth to some secret camera recording her. She was so gentle yet rough when need be. The head was overwhelming, like a little kid tasting candy for the first time, she savoured every lick. Every stroke was intensely…  She needed this tonight, I needed this my whole life but tonight will have to be a start. I took it slow, nibbling her lips in slow gentle motions, till her lips shuddered with every touch. I could feel her against me, she wanted me to move on but I was a sculptor, slowing breaking away the parts till I get to the core and get my piece. 

Her neck was saline but it was a new excitement to my tongue and her smell, filled up the room. It got me higher than the weed we were on. I held onto her breasts like treasures of the deep sea and how they responded, you could feel them grow and how they blossomed. Like an early fruit, ripe and full of emotions. She exploded with each touch, she moaned liked an ocean wave. It wasn’t gentle, it was intense, raw lust. She pulled me closer and kissed me like she was God, giving me the very breathe of life itself. I sucked and touched and licked and before we danced, she had her shoes on. Filled to the brim with rhythm and passion.

When we did dance, how she danced, like a possessed priestess, she moved with each rhythm, gyrating like nothing before. She may have been a gymnast in her past life cuz she did things I never knew the human body could do. I wasn’t going to lose a challenge in my own home. I tuned her over and danced like a matador controlling a wild bull or like I was holding the stool of Cerebus. Jesus we banged, we broke stuff, and we broke out in rivers of sweat. She liked it the harder I went, and I felt it the harder I went. She sang songs oh lord, it would make Ciara jealous. Love songs never heard before, made me rap in verses that didn’t ever exist. I was in a transient, where volcanoes explored, where man was God and the oceans bowed to us in a song of respect. That was how amazing it was, oh lord how I wish it would work but it wasn’t meant to be, no matter how hard we tried. So we just lay there with the door open, the thunder whispering, the rain bellowing and us intertwined like a torque.

So what do you think man, is it a good enough story?

Yeah it’s good enough, but she may ask for more detail. You know her, she lives on explicit.

Well here she comes, I hope this gets me the job as an assistant editor. Wish me luck.