A Lotus Pond

[Lotus_Maiden]

Sky: Sunny
Mood: Horny
End Game: Stoic – Undecided.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Ok.”

I was straddling you in the back seat. My skirt hiked above my waist. My panty pushed aside. Your pants bundled at your feet. Your hard cock erected through the fly of your boxer. Your heat vibrated between my wet folds. My hips rose ever slowly, leaving a slippery trail on your shaft. I pressed you closer, opening me wider and nesting more of you stiffly in me. Soft moans.

“We. Should.”

“Yea?”

You gripped my ass firmly. My lips lowered, trawling against your cock. You lifted me, hoovering over the peak of your cock. Your hand replaced mine, teasing my spot. You shifted your glisten shroom-head, and I devoured your tip willingly. My hips swirled, rubbing the shiny head against my puffy lips.

“Shhhi…n’t. Sstop.”

“Oh. Kay.”

You kissed the valley between my breasts, then dragged your teeth to my left. You took my itsy-bitsy areola into your mouth. Your tongue twirled and nibbled at my nipple.

“Mm. Hmm.”

My thighs weakened. I bucked and collapsed, inviting you into me without reservation. Your girth stretched my swollen lips forcefully. Without hesitation, you pushed upward and slipped in your whole length. You were balls deep inside my tight hole in seconds that felt like a dreamy eternity. Breaths caught in our chests.

Our bodies moved both in sync and erratically. I rose to unsheathe your cock and savor your veins and ridges vibrating against the inner walls. You thrusted roughly, sinking far inside my vaginal canal. We continued to perform the oldest magic trick, making your cock completely disappeared. Again and again. Fuck! Our primal sense overshadowed everything.

My pussy rippled around your shaft with each act. I bounced on your laps as you rose to meet mine and to bury your veiny shaft forcefully and as deep as my moist pussy would allow.

“Shh. Shhhi.”

Our movements quickened. Your arms snaked up my spine. My fingers ran through your hair and pulled your head back. Our dilated eyes locked. I whimpered, leaning into you and resting my forehead against yours. My mouth took in your lips. Our breaths fasten loudly.

“Ysss. Cuu. Cumm. Pppleassse?”

Our salivating words slurred. Both were in hot daze. The beautiful fever continued to climb as our bodies met with vigorous and growing lusts. We wantoned for a release. Every muscle in my body tightened as my pussy squeezed and latched onto your ticking cock. Your thrusts accelerated, each harder and deeper than the last.

"Lo. Look at me."

You grabbed the back of my neck and pressed me down onto you as you unloaded and filled me. I felt every faint pulsation that came with each spurt. My pussy throbbed and contracted, massaging and milking every drop of your thick creamy cum.

"Ffffuck!"

My head rolled down onto your shoulder. You held me ever tightly. Planted a kiss on my sweaty forehead. Our chests heaved against one another.

“We. Shouldn’t. Have.”

Low chuckled.

“Rrright.”

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Going off script for a bit - and share a little tidbit about me.

One, I will be in a complete trance if I get to gaze in your eyes. I am a big, huge softie when it comes to iridescent, livid, and colorful eyes. If they are deep ocean blue, then I swear I would striptease without command.

Two, the main course, is men in a three piece suit. My goodness! There's something about a really well fitted suit that not only accentuates a man's body, but also highlights his confident and the softness of his composed demeanor. Allow me to just watch him turning on a pedestal while I salivate and pleasure myself - watching him watching me

So how I went off tangent? Truth is that I was conducting a few interviews on Zoom today. I was completely mesmerized by one of the candidates. He was an absolute drool in this grey suite with tie, vest, and all. He was just a perfect model to daydream about and to undress him mentally. Aaahem.

Tis is all - now back to the regular scheduled program

 

[HornyIsh69]

Going off script for a bit - and share a little tidbit about me.

One, I will be in a complete trance if I get to gaze in your eyes. I am a big, huge softie when it comes to iridescent, livid, and colorful eyes. If they are deep ocean blue, then I swear I would striptease without command.

Two, the main course, is men in a three piece suit. My goodness! There's something about a really well fitted suit that not only accentuates a man's body, but also highlights his confident and the softness of his composed demeanor. Allow me to just watch him turning on a pedestal while I salivate and pleasure myself - watching him watching me

So how I went off tangent? Truth is that I was conducting a few interviews on Zoom today. I was completely mesmerized by one of the candidates. He was an absolute drool in this grey suite with tie, vest, and all. He was just a perfect model to daydream about and to undress him mentally. Aaahem.

Tis is all - now back to the regular scheduled program

Funnnnn!

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Funnnnn!

Yea, fun to look at. Looky only, no touchy

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

Going off script for a bit - and share a little tidbit about me.

One, I will be in a complete trance if I get to gaze in your eyes. I am a big, huge softie when it comes to iridescent, livid, and colorful eyes. If they are deep ocean blue, then I swear I would striptease without command.

Two, the main course, is men in a three piece suit. My goodness! There's something about a really well fitted suit that not only accentuates a man's body, but also highlights his confident and the softness of his composed demeanor. Allow me to just watch him turning on a pedestal while I salivate and pleasure myself - watching him watching me

So how I went off tangent? Truth is that I was conducting a few interviews on Zoom today. I was completely mesmerized by one of the candidates. He was an absolute drool in this grey suite with tie, vest, and all. He was just a perfect model to daydream about and to undress him mentally. Aaahem.

Tis is all - now back to the regular scheduled program

It makes one wonder what you'd do if you ever found yourself transported to an era when proper suits were the standard dress for the day to day. I'd imagine you'd hardly make it onto the street before losing yourself to daydreams. A shame the era has passed, to some extent, outside of corporate settings and fancy parties.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Woke up with this dream. Jotting it down before it escapes my mind. It's slipping off just as I'm trying to type now. Eek! This is in raw form; just a stream of thoughts.

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They met by chance. They were both supernatural somehow, but didn't know about that each other's supernatural-ness(?). It was love/lust at first sight ordeal. Time spent. Bond developed. Two pieces fit into one. Halves made whole.

Duties(?) called. They split, separated by choice with a promise to find each other. BUT! They promised not to actively hunt(?) or search for one another. They wanted to leave it up to chance. If they're destinated, then fate will bring them together, again.

During time apart, she figured out they were working together(?), or at least they worked the same corporate yet somehow they never met each other before that encounter earlier in my dream. She was a lab technician of some sort. He was a modified soldier of somehow. She turned out to be a villain(?), maybe even was directed to hurt/kill him.

So she distanced from him and averted a few times where fate did bring them back to a random location or to some random event. After sometime, they were both at a festival of sort. He tracked down an associate of hers. He smelled her scent from this associate; she and this associate had some altercation - kidnapping perhaps or captive/torturer(?). She watched in the shadow and saw he turns into a beast-ish/devilish(?) as he interrogates this associate.

Snippets of picturesque/snapshoot/flash - he went through each alleyway/tent/vendor just minutes after she had past through them. He could see a rainbow(?) trail of her imprints all around the festivals. She purposely went into places or crowds with strong scent/presence(?) to mask her own. She was also in a disguise of sort with a pastel rainbow colored wavy hair(!).

Then a massive display of fireworks that stopped everyone and everything. Time stood still somehow (?). His gut said she's at the fireworks launchpad(?), which was on a small island in the middle of nowhere with a beaming and turning lighthouse. He managed to get on this island by exposing some kind of superpower in front of the crowd, which is apparantly a taboo or top secrecy thing to keep it downlow.

He arrived, somewhat wounded/bleeding/beaten(?), and found her. (This is the conversation that made me go - k, k, let jot this shit down )

He started with something like, haha tada fate does it again. She didn't say much or anything at all. He asked for permission to kiss her (this is so distinctly clear when I try to remember the dream); she nodded and they kissed.

Then he confessed that he broke their promise. He didn't leave it to chance, and was actively trying to find her. And tada, here they were. He asked if she no longer has feelings for him because for the first second of their reunion he saw fear in her eyes (maybe this is why he asked if he could kiss her instead of just go for it - ee!?)

She then confessed that yes, she was afraid. She was afraid to fall for him again. Afraid to fall even deeper. Afraid that she wouldn't or couldn't walk away from him, from them, from this bond. She feared this warmth(?). She intentionally kept herself cold and her body core temperature to brink of a dead, just to ward off her scent so he couldn't find her. Somehow she had his jacket/sweater on her, so now his scent was all over all, which they both joked that he could forever sniff her out now.

AND SCENE!

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Now I need a cuppa. BRB!!!

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

It makes one wonder what you'd do if you ever found yourself transported to an era when proper suits were the standard dress for the day to day. I'd imagine you'd hardly make it onto the street before losing yourself to daydreams. A shame the era has passed, to some extent, outside of corporate settings and fancy parties.

Methinks it would be a love and hate struggle! I would be in a constant aroused-abyss, which is a wonderous state. Then you're right, would I excuse myself around each corner so I can touch myself for a release as I daydream about PDA (or is it PDSA)!

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

He had seen her.

It had been merely a moment, a flash within the crowded streets, celebrating the festival in honor of some local belief. He'd only been here on a gamble, a half remembered mention of an old friend. He'd denied knowing her, of course. He'd been more loyal to her than him, and loyalty was something that was well understood. What he hadn't counted on was stepping out onto the street, swept up into the throngs of people, and catching that briefest glimpse of her retreating back. His response had been visceral, forcing his way through the crowd before he'd even realized it was happening. By the time he reached the other side of the street, she was long gone, if she'd even truly been there at all. For a moment, despair took hold of his heart, utter and complete, a desolate hole that refused to be filled. Even as his pursuers found him, weapons in hand, even as they threatened his life, demanded his surrender, he couldn't help ignore them entirely. One, fed up with his lack of response, cursed him, weapon poised to strike.

The flare of something deeper, that momentary connection that had been engrained into him since birth, called upon on instinct alone.

Touch the Void.

One becomes All.

The traces of her presence, left like brilliant light upon every surface she'd passed. Where before, it was merely faint, a memory amid a thousand more, she had been here so recently, and he longed for her so deeply, that it nearly blinded him. His feet moved without thought, for what need for thought when Want demanded Action. His pursuit was only brief flashes in his mind, for his eyes could did not see the world as it was any longer. Every step brought forth a new figment of her, a new memory recalled to the surface.

Her laughter among the blossoms of spring.

A scream, cries of alarm and surprise.

The sweet scent that clung to her skin under the summer sun.

Blood, the metallic scent a sharp contrast against the air.

Her dancing figure, playful among the falling leaves of autumn.

Figures, charging towards him in violent motion.

Her warm smile in the darkest days of winter.

Fear and anger in a dozen pairs of eyes.

He felt the Void leave him as his steps halted, the feel of ocean spray rousing him from his trancelike state. The pain was the first thing to hit him, red liquid greeting his gaze as he brought his hand up. The soreness of his muscles, the pounding headache telling him that he'd held the state for too long. But his gaze was drawn to something else, an island across the waters, the lighthouse atop it sending its light out into the darkness of night, guiding any who needed it. Guiding him, for there was no such thing as coincidence. A smile across his lips, despite the wounds that littered his form and his tattered clothes.

"Found you."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

"Found you."

Oh my wow! I had the widest grin when I read this. A grin so wide that it sorta hurts; ah, such beautiful pain. You found the missing piece to the jigsaw that is my dream. You, lovely, immortalized my dream with just 500 words.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

I ran across this. It's too cute not to share.

How did you learn your ABCs?

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Sky: Foggy
Mood: Lonely
End Game: Wanted

your breath against mine
like music box as you cum
breathing song of us

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

As ever, your words spin such wonderful images into being within the mind, dear Lotus.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

As ever, your words spin such wonderful images into being within the mind, dear Lotus.

Hi, lovely! You're ever so kind as always. Trust you've been staying sate?

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

when we are alone,
muffle my scream, dominate,
make me beg for more

kiss me with eyes closed,
tie me down softly, blindfold,
make me skip a beat

love me harder than
your addiction, bittersweet,
make me hum your name

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

Hi, lovely! You're ever so kind as always. Trust you've been staying sate?

I have been... well, I've been busy as can be. But moving not only house but across country has a tendency to sap one's time and creativity both. Thankfully, the most stressful tasks are behind me, provided all goes well.

And, among other things, returning in time to the treat that is your way with poetry and prose is a reward all it's own.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

wheels against asphalt,
hands on two-ten; vibrating
toy between my thighs