Lust U... Always

Lust U Always... (Teaser)

[In 1981, Prince was interviewed by Steven Sutherland and mentioned seeing an analyst to understand his sex-obsession. I thought coupled with the song Lust U Always would be a great way to explore his Dirty Mind, let's see what we can find. A story about Lust, Obsession, Sexuality, and Awakening. This is most definitely a work of fiction, mature content (as always) Shout out to my boo, valerie_vale this story absolutely would not be here without U!!!]

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**My Analyst Assured Me That U Were Just A Phase**

I watch carefully as my hand runs over the cooling liquid that begins to drip thickly down her thigh, marveling at the milky haziness against her skin. The slight crimson gleaming just underneath a layer of pale supple honey as she tries desperately to catch her breath. Her whole body flushes, not just a neck, a cheek, her chest, but everything, down to her perfectly painted toes. She's still reeling and her thighs tremble underneath the sensitivity of my palms. I could say I was trying to steady them, but that would be a lie, I just want to feel every convulsion, every shudder as it crashes through. The line of my fingernail makes a trail from her ankle over the curve of her calve. Raised edges of her hair follicles stand on end under my touch, goosebumps that once faded reform and that ruddy glow begins to deepen. I hear her strain, moans caught between heated breaths try to escape.

Tracing my finger over the semen splattered across the side of her leg, I marvel at its abstract form. The uneven edges dripping down, pooling in the crook of her knee. It reminds me a little of a Rorschach test, and I begin to wonder what she would see within the shape. There are two 4 letter words that come to mind, very similar, yet very different... Love... Lust. What's hiding in the viscous liquid for her? But I already know what's there for me. Drawing closer to her skin I begin to etch deeply that 4 letter word within my stain, my mark upon her, L... U... S... T... Each letter left behind begins to fade as the fluid reconnects dropping in rounded streams across her flesh. Dipping through once more I collect a sizeable amount on the pad of my index finger. I want her to taste me because I just got finished tasting her, and I hope that next time it will be her mouth wrapped so firmly around my shaft instead of the familiar pressure of my own palm.

My torso begins to extend as I slowly make the crawl up her body to her lips. Stopping briefly I find myself again at the space I had called mine a few minutes before. The deep rosy color of her delicate folds glisten in the dim amber light that surrounds us. Though I licked her clean, I know remnants from my tongue were left behind. Just the idea of our bodies mixing brings back that ache, that hunger that I thought had finally subsided. Pushing lightly, I widen the span of her thighs, thankfully she doesn't object... though she never does. With the stretch, her bud comes into perfect view. The little nub of flesh still swollen, angry from the constant provocation of my tongue, my teeth. Gently blowing a cool stream of air, I feel her body twitch. She's still so sensitive, the nerve endings recklessly engorged from stimulation and satisfaction. Again I let a small stream of air pass through my lips as it moves over her. I expect another twitch, another longing gasp, but suddenly her knees come crashing into my shoulders bringing my face closer to that bright pink center. It was involuntary, I know that a reaction her body made for her. She would never be that forward... at least not yet. But whether it was an automatic response or not doesn't matter, the result would still be the same. Taking advantage of the position, my bottom lip slowly glides across the tender tissue of her hood, then snaps quickly back, bringing with it her taste that had never quite left. She begins to whimper above me, I love that sound as the voice reaches higher, an inaudible whine of please... please. But I don't give in, I can't give in.