Enigma

Chapter 7

Moaning and heavy thrusts overtook the room. The walls made way for the boisterous marching band approaching. Every movement had a purpose and each purpose was well calculated. Hands became the guiding light for our built up arousal. Cocaine-backed life-force and an alcoholic induced infusion combined our bodies together, intertwined, like a braid.

Heavy panting and kisses led to a more heightened play. Angeline sported a devious smiled as she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. She continued to just scantily display her uniform by just one arm. I wanted to see more of her. My eyes watched as she stared back just to make known of her tease. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body was tied down by an invisible rope. Her eyes were fixed on mine as I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth. She moved her head like a locomotive. It was mechanical, but euphoric. Bracelets she wore, made a dry sound against each other as telescopic gestures manipulated sensations. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Spit was thrown to glaze and to be used a lubricant to make her hands slippery as possible. Just as I was about to reach my limit, she suddenly moved away and started to slowly undress me. I sat up as she took off my shirt, my jeans, and left me in my underwear. Seductively, I was pushed back to lay down on the bed. Her own clothes were kept on, scarcely. Confused as to what is happening, I watched as she sat on the bed, took my hand, and guided it inside of her pants. The zipper and button of her denim shorts were left open and to my astonishment, she was not wearing panties. I was truly intrigued. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and soaked. My fingers fell victim as they are risking drowning in the slick abyss.

Seemed like the excruciating discomfort in my head subsided like it was never there to begin with. Angeline mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, I could feel the walls of her vagina rubbing and constricting me. It tried to encase me, to draw me in, and at the same time to press me out. My erection grew larger and harder. I felt as if I was about to ascend to Zeus and join the rest of the Gods. It was an outlandish sensitivity. The feeling was something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. Something inside her was special and it slowly worked its way through my organ into me. Angeline continued to jump, skim, and bounce while on top of me. It was a frenzy of expended energy.

My eyes rolled back as I could not handle the enjoyment of sex. Hands felt the cashmere and silk that her skin bared. All reachable parts of her body was squeezed and fondled. The sense of bliss magnified and enlarged. She moaned louder and louder until they converted into screams. My hand wrapped around her throat and the whining became more powerful. The intensity grew greater and greater. I was at my threshold and was losing control over my actions. Everything started to feel different. I have lost my awareness, sense of reality, and perception of feeling.

My eyes immediately rolled back in place and focused on Angeline. It was a look as if I did not recognize her. My hand squeezed tighter as it continued its placement around her neck. It squeezed until she stopped rotating her hips to lay her eyes on me. The look of bewilderment covered her face entirely. My left hand joined my right in the mission to kill Angeline. The exhilaration was immense. Back of my neck grew hotter and hotter with excitement racing inside of me. My penis could not get any harder or larger. I was at maximum capacity. Angeline's hands, both, held onto mine to pull, claw, and beat them free.

I pledged to squeeze her throat like a bear trap and until her last breath of air. Until every vessel in her eyes is corroded with blood, until her body stops twitching, and until she makes me come.