Captured

Yearning

Captured like prisoner, to be bounded and punished. Seized and captured by simple words. A spell cast upon your very soul. Wanting endless pleasure and seduction and heated actions, that can't be expressed with just mere sexual terms. No she needs more. You're a captive beauty ready to be released. A stranger to his lips; but kissing him with so much passion as she left the park with him, kissing him as if he has any affection for you. Your body seems to go weak by just standing by him and you don't even know him. Merely a week had pass since he was staring you down and offering to buy you a drink, like you were some bar girl. You said it's the power of love. Or maybe it's your hormones raging within. You're hormones raging. Their waiting and ready to explode by the sound of a needle that is falling unto a table. You said your vagina is your treasure, and some thirsty man can't just make it spit and claim it as his.

You say you have two brains, and they both work well. You seem to go weak because of a man with a little power. But now your clit seems to be the only working brain, its thinking on its own. Your second brain chooses what it wants; a great sexual sensation and money. What A very ambitious brain. Great are things to come from this one night of foreplay and sexual play.

Both of you bound by each other's possessions: Him bounded by your luscious lips and impending pussy lips, which is a prison to any man, a prison without chains whips unless you so desire them. She wanting to cling to his dick like, a crown to a head and ready to polish and put it in your trophy case.
As your clit miss simple a beat with a tight hug and a hand to one cheek.

He is just thinking of your gorgeous pussy all soft and shaved? And the well paved road to it, with a hefty price of money and power to go down that road. But this guy, something about him gives you chills along your spine. Is it really the money or the looks? Or is it the sexual vibe she gets from his lips pressing on hers. It makes you want to drop your underwear and ride him, but not like with the other guys. No, the next time you fuck you don't want to fuck; you want to make love. You desire all, not just temporary kisses that sting your body leaving temporary red marks. But kisses that heats and infuse your blood with great desire for love and intimacy. You so desire all of him, what is in his mind, to know his fantasies, to make them reality, to become his slave?

You invited him into your house knowing your intentions and his. Knowing that your pussy is what rings on his head, your pussy damn it's so smooth and fresh. But you're looking for love and you don't want him to think about your clit. But you still aim to please him, be that bad girl he wants. She doesn't want to be that lame girl she used to be, sexual ashamed and afraid to take a hard cock. No, not for him; this type of guy likes thick girls, the kind that comes off to be slick. They say when they're thicker they make you cum quicker. Her body was prefect in his eye.

Now she is on her balcony bending over saying she enjoying the city view. Yeah, it was view alright. She took him to her room and pushed him to the bed. And she went to put on something comfortable. More like something tight he could tear off her flesh. She wanted to please him, ride him, maybe break his dick off, and make him yearn for more. But he also wanted to show her what pleasure is.