Hungry Eyes

Warning: This blog post contains explicit content of a sexual nature. Minors and People with severe heart conditions are advised not to read further. 

The music kept playing in the background, although I lost track of what they were singing about when I noticed the way your breathing changed. It was half way past dinner or dessert, I don’t remember much of it now. But your breathing got harder and you managed to swallow your food down in a hurry that I’d never seen before. Except you weren’t hungry for the food on your plate. You didn’t take your eyes off me from the time we sat down and with each sip of whiskey that soaked your lips, the hunger in your eyes grew darker.

It wasn’t long after that we decided to have drinks at your place. the elevator ride to the 7th floor was no easy feat. You were quiet and biting down on your jaw as I saw it twitch. The elevator was a sauna of intense fire and raw silence between us.

As I stepped in to your apartment and you closed the door behind you, everything else that followed was a blur that sent my mind in a whirlwind of lust, whiskey and the smell of your cologne.

You turned around and backed me to the wall of your apartment and inhaled my breaths. your face inches away from mine and yet you waited. you kept breathing me in with your lips inches away from mine. I was left paralysed but the scene of it all. I wanted to kiss you. and before another thought could occupy my mind, your lips engulfed mine and your tongue danced hypnotic dances with me and again I was left paralysed. I hadn’t been kissed with such intensity and hunger before. This was a revelation. This was euphoria.

Your hands gripped my right leg and swung it around your hips while your mouth was still planted on mine. You didn’t wait any longer, you could already feel me dripping through my thong. You stuck two fingers in directly and pushed them in me. You continued to move them back and forth, getting faster and deeper each time. You loved that my legs shivered and buckled while you fucked me with your fingers leaving me gasping for air as I sank my teeth on to your neck.

Suffice to say, we didn’t make it to the bedroom the first time.

Legs quivering and unable to stand on one as the other one was still wrapped around your waist, I felt you throb against me. You needed this as much as I and that sent shivers down the small of my back making me more wet with the thought of your throbbing cock pushing deeper and deeper in me.

You knelt down and took off my thong and skirt and started to lick my thighs and all that’s dripped over. You moaned deep cuss words as you tasted me. While your tongue created swirls over my clit, you gazed up at me. Your eyes a different, darker shade of hazel pierced my own as you saw me fall apart under the magic of your tongue. You were going to devour me and I knew it. THIS was euphoria.

Sensing my obvious frustration of not having your cock in me yet, you carried up me as I wrapped my legs around you, with my back still against the same wall.

I can not believe we hadn’t even made it to the hall and I was already being licked till my legs buckled.

I hadn’t noticed but he had removed his white shirt, jeans and boxers that now lay crumpled in a pile along with my clothes next to the door.

I was ready, he knew that. He tasted my eagerness and knowing he needn’t ease in to me,he thrust in to me in a swift hurried motion.

I let out soft moans as I clung on to his perfectly sculptured arms. My arms wrapped around his neck, I sank my teeth in to his shoulders and he pounded further and harder in to me. My body was a bundle of shivers and moans. I was dripping wet around his cock and he groaned and swore out loud at the sensation.

My head was spinning and the room was already humid as our bodies were sweating from the heated sex against the wall of his apartment.

We both climaxed together and he gently lowered  me on to the floor and fell back next to me. Heavy panting and thudding hearts we both lay on the floor gasping for breath while looking at the ceiling.  The apartment was blanketed in darkness. This time, we were both paralysed, unable to move following the aftermath of the tornado that engulfed our naked bodies.

We moved to the bedroom after a while and repeated the process again and again with the same intensity and hunger as the first time.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow


8 thoughts on “Hungry Eyes

  1. Hard to believe this was your first and so perfect attempt at explicit eroticism.. If and when you get sooo inspired again, I may need 🚒 for the 🔥s you create with your words. Wellllll done. 🎆

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