a story of a different color

the darkness surrounds you - you feel a slight chill as though someone is there, close by - a lightning flash lights up the room - for only a moment - you see a silhouette illuminated near the door - you can feel him drawing nearer, his tall, lean body, muscles gleaming in that flash of light - behind you now, a soft whisper breaks the silence...'ssshhhhhh' is all he says.

he reaches up, gently strokes your cheek and a shiver, like electricity, flows through your body - he brushes your hair back from your neck, you feel his warm breath - it causes you to tremble, part excitement, part fear - you feel his lips, moist and warm, slowly kissing your neck - a soft moan escapes your lips - he lingers - and then your feel his lips trail to your shoulders - he caresses your arms and you are lost in his touch.

the straps of your blouse fall down off your shoulders - he traces the curves of your body, his hands warm even thru your clothes - your nipples harden and press against the fabric - his hand grazes them - another moan - yours or his? he reaches beneath your breasts and wraps arms around you - big arms, strong - you jump as you feel his fingers tease along your stomach - and up higher they go - to waiting breasts - he pulls you in close to him and you realize how strong and built he is - he gently strokes your breasts, playfully teases your nipples between his thumb and finger - toying with them - toying with you.

another flash of lightning - you try to turn, to see who is tormenting you - his bulk prevents it - he wont allow it - not knowing why, you trust his every move - his breath is heavy, moist and sweet against your neck and yours grows faster - you can feel him stiffen, growing against you and you push back against his body - sliding his hand down past your waist, you shudder, helpless in his arms and you think “When he touches me, he will know how much I want him, how much I need him" - but he already knows.

he undoes your skirt and it drops to the floor - his hands dance across your back, down over your tight round ass - he slips one hand around you, stroking between your legs - your moist panties give your excitement away and as his finger pull up into your slit, you moan once - then more as he teases you - not hurrying - pleasing you as you lay your head back against his chest - a low prrrrr comes from your lips as he rubs harder into your wetness - stroking your hard clit, and you long for him to touch it - his big hands, strong fingers, trace the elastic of your panties and more moans escapes you.

he tugs, his hand pulling your panties away from you - exposing you - they slip to the floor and in one swift movement those strong fingers find your cunt - hot, wet - and his fingers are at your slit - sliding in and out of your wetness, your flow runs onto his fingers - then theyre gone - and in the faint light, your see his hand in front of you - and the sudden flash of lightning illuminates the room & you see how wet his fingers are - how strong his hand looks, but you pull it to you with ease - and you taste one - hmmmm!!! and you suck at it greedily - he watches and his cock twitches - his breath faster now as he draws you in tight and then licks his own finger - tasting you - sharing your arousal.

he reaches down again, to continue stroking your cunt - you feel your arousal on your legs - he bites gently at your neck as you try to turn, but he holds you tight - he drives his fingers deep into your pussy - your legs shaking, your body pressed hard against him, trying to stand erect - loving his strength as he holds you to him and in a whisper, you breathe - "I need you inside me now" - and as you try to move, a far off peal of thunder comes thru the window - "Soon", you hear his deep voice say.

he bends you over, continuing to work his fingers against you - you brace against the couch as he plants kisses down your back - you can feel him bending down and gasp as his warm tongue flicks over your ass, nibbling his way to between your legs - as he reaches his goal, his fingers come out of you - and you feel his tongue sliding into your wet hole, sucking on your pussy - licking your clit - softly biting your swollen lips - the electricity in the air matches what your body is feeling - and you gasp as his fingers finds your entrance yet again - and again -. you moan and wiggle on his fingers - his tongue so soft, his mouth so hot eating you, until you start to tremble - and your wetness flow out - onto his fingers, over his beard - into his mouth - your orgasm hits you hard and you hear him - keeping pace as it streams onto his tongue - hungrily he laps at you - his moans of pleasure loud in the quiet of your room..

he raises up - enters you from behind - strong, big, hard - and fast - he slides in so easily, wet as you are from his eating you - thunder rolls and you moan louder as lightning flashes again - the storm seems to be keeping pace as you lean back onto him - impaling yourself on his hardness, wanting him deeper in you - his pounding constant and unrelenting - and still he slams into you - a huge flash lights up the room and a crack of thunder drowns out your cry of pure joy - a flood of passion flows over you - hot, sweaty drops fall from his body - you feel them on your skin - he groans, loud, long like distant thunder rumbling over you - and it causes your moan, as the waves come faster..... you are on the edge - and the thunder cracks outside - he cries out and you groan loudly as orgasms hit you both

he slows.... kisses your neck ever so gently and allows you to turn - a long passionate kiss on your lips - he lays you down on the couch, gently - and you see behind closed eyes another flash of light - as the storm passes in the night, you open your eyes - your desire to see him returns, but darkness prevails - why won't the lightning come now you think to yourself? "So I can see my lover" - you lay with him, in his arms, the sweet drops of sweat on each other - and your eyes close . . . .

you feel a chill - a flash of lightning! you open your eyes to see him - and find the window open, a storm moving in outside - the rain coming in lightly - your face and body moist from the drops - lightning illuminates the room once again, and you look to see him - but there is no one there - your arms wrap tightly around your pillow - was it only a dream? a dream in a flash of electric lightning . . . . and you hear a soft voice . . .

“I am always here for you”