Early morning, a weekday, and the café was quiet and nearly deserted. No one was in hurry to get anywhere. After all, why race to the certainty of your death. Nonetheless, in a matter minutes the near solitude would subside in favor of the usual gluttonous consumption. It's what the oligarchs of the 1% want, and especially to ensure the status quo. By means of every cunningly noxious contrivance, consumerism is promoted by sordid mass marketing. Emotional manipulation sells everything, dreams, schemes and foolish memes.
On the fringe of the downtown area, near one local college campus, people were as distracted and self-absorbed as ever. A selfie of the moment, a mindless juvenile post in social media, or an unnecessary phone conversation while driving, all done for emotional reassurance. For the most part, not much, except a disaster with dire human consequences could redirect their focus from themselves. For many, it was all about them and no one else.
Yes, a multitude pretends every day to be something different, other than the basic self that hides deep inside. Human do not easily change. They would need to see ripped and torn bodies in order to break the usual habits and routines of non-engagement. For most, middle and upper class, the social strata bends toward upscale lifestyles and insulated environments. Like hordes of locusts, consumption is what it is all about, from sun up to sundown.
As to my vantage point in the coffee shop, my frequent stop for strong black coffee, I observed the morning rush to get to keep up the intensity of rabid obsession with materiality. As some writers without writings I have known would pontificate, one needs prompts for ideas. For this, watching people is a good source of entertainment. A good place to be is here, in the three-story mall, which was coming alive with all manner of life forms, diverse and divisive.
Most of which, I could care less with regard to the selfish pitiful stories regarding the pretenses of spoiled entitlement. Notable and noble exceptions aside, the vast majority enjoyed the largess of self-indulgence and an inflated sense of themselves. Humility seems to arrive at the worst possible times, as during the holidays where hypocrisy comes out of the shadows. Rich beget rich and poor beget poor, and the massive consumption system perpetuates a mindset of never-ending supply and demand, debt and abundance of taxation. And, the massive mall of malls exemplified the bloated bestiality of the upper class. Impotence limply smirks from the shortcomings.
"With cunning persistence, the maze of illusions perpetuate the status quo," I amused myself. Sighing with that thought, I added, "Fascinating, how little changes." I said to myself and scribbled a few notes in my brown leather notebook. "Opulence surrounds while materiality confounds. Yep, my old therapist used to say that was the 'rhyme effect', some need to do it."
Outside the seemingly safe and secure classy sanctuary, winter chill came sooner than expected to the area known as El Rancho Grande. Known for wealth, success and the gluttony of consumerism, the outskirts of town reflect a different form of modern slavery. Regardless, the fall was coming in spurts, with some day hot and muggy, and other days, wet and windy.
Outdoors, beyond the massive ornate golden entryways, a slight drizzle washed away any remaining remnants of the fading summer. The town atmosphere possessed an intentional contrived old world charm, for a village-like fairyland that surpassed anything the nearby city could offer, or even the closest amusement park. Wealth squandered its best facade.
While I sat at a small white metal bistro table, adjacent the main inner concourse, I wanted to continue the practice of people watching. This hobby provided a source of speculation for ideas that might later develop into a writing project. An added incentive to the imaginative processes was the location of the café. For me, the proximity was like a candy shop.
Next door was the very inspiring, provocative and uniquely fashionable world-renowned lingerie shop. Inside, store personnel modeled the wares they sold other to wear. Ah, yes, that too, perhaps more than any other writing prompt, was exceptionally inspirational. As a writer, and photographer too, there was always entertainment for fascination and amusement.
With humans, the show scales a gamut from asinine, arrogant and immature to dangerously stupid, and everything in between. Anything that relished a trespass upon the boundaries of civility and enlightenment was easily trampled in the self-conceit of myriad deceptions. Oh for the hypocrisy of it all, people were an adventure in fiction and folly. Yes, no doubt my arrogance seeps through the mirror of intentional voyeurism, as projections blink in the reflection.
In a past life, prior to early retirement, certain skill sets paid good dividends in the secret world of espionage. In that mirror image, the duality often notes the flash of successful deceptions. Disguises come in all sizes, shapes and styles. Watching people, places and things had numerous possibilities for all manner of speculation. For the most part, around here there was plenty of con job to go around. For the most part, neither common sense nor common courtesy had meaningful expression in mutual commonality, as superficiality was everywhere.
"Morning, Mr. Lovejoy," a soft feminine voice invited attention. There was a kind of country hint in the accent, with a down south flavor. "Having your usual coffee?"
"Well, good morning, my dear," I responded immediately, rose from my table and gave a slight bow to the young woman. "Please join me, always delightful to see you, Rosa." I perceived that's what she intended, at least that was my enticement. My senses were on high alert, as I inhaled her presence. The draw of that perfume was inebriating. "May I get you something, coffee, tea, breakfast?" My inner being was so easily seduced, I relished in it.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said delightfully, with a tone as though a trickle of a cool stream, over smoothly well-worn river rocks on a warm spring morning. "No thanks, they're preparing my coffee up at the counter," she answered with a sensual pout of her plump lips and a glance at her slim gold watch. "I have to open the store soon". She sat and adjusted her lovely proportioned ass on the green padded seat, as I held her chair for her. "Thank you, such a gentleman."
"Thank you," I said softly while I observed the skintight stretch of her red skirt.
For a flash of an instant, I took in as many details as possible. The healthy round shape of her buttocks, the tuck of the skirt into the crease of her butt cheeks, which suggested no sign of panties. Underneath she was naked, with an olive completion that spoke exquisitely of a Mediterranean heritage. With ample after market adjustment, her bosom blossomed proudly. Her jet-black hair formed a twisted bun at the back of her head and added to her sensual allure. Down the curving contours of her shapely legs, red stiletto heels complimented her sexiness.
"So, what is my favorite writer up to this morning?" She taunted with a tangy tease. For a moment, she glanced at the coffee server who delivered her morning latte. With a polite nod and a sexy smile, she said to the server, "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," the young man stuttered and stumbled back to coffee bar.
"Writing?" I pondered the answer. Then I said, "I'm writing a story about an urban vigilante." I inched my chair closer to her. While the chair made tiny etching sounds on the polished tile, I breathed in slowly. The exotic aroma of her essence, enhanced by a wonderfully intoxicating perfume, thrilled my thoughts. "Just can't seem to get the character down."
"Hmm, sounds intriguing, I like it," she bubbled and leaned into me. "Can I read a line or two?" Her dark eyes invited me into her web. I went willingly. "I love your stories."
"Of course, my dear," I said and proceeded to imagine her naked again.
"I like it, so he's watching for someone at a park, right?" Rosa asked sensuously.
"Yes, he's decided there's a target he wants to eliminate," I told her.
"Can't wait to read the rest of it. Spy stuff, huh?" She paused. "You worked for the government, right?" I gave her a smile. She went on, "So, to help inspire you, wanna help me open up?" Rosa De Flowers sipped her coffee after she invited me to her lingerie store. Luscious lips moistened the rim of the coffee cup. Her salacious wink and nod acknowledged an ongoing affair between two friends who shared common interests. A clandestine meeting was always welcomed. "My staff won't be here for another hour. You can help me inventory panties."
"I would be honored to serve you," I murmured with a long delighted sigh and toyed further. "You know your wish is my command, dangerous mistress of darkness."
"You help me as well, an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away," she whispered. "We can visit the special room if you want to. Today, what is your desire, my friend?"
"Your call," I answered softly with an easy grin. "Tell me what you'd like."
"Follow me and I will show you," she purred. "We have some time to explore things. My boyfriend will be by later for lunch. Care to join us at the sushi bar?"
"Hmm, would love to, but I have an appointment later," I said with a frown.
At a side glass door, she entered a code on a key pad. Inside the store, located on the main concourse adjacent the coffee shop, the alarm disengaged. With a gold key, she unlocked the bolt and we entered the upscale shop of endless lacy allure. As I followed her luscious presence, her curvy hips led the way. A temptress of extraordinary eroticism, I was willingly captive within her web of intrigue. Puffy ruby lips smiled the eternal invitation to exotic realms.
"Here, sweetie, my office would be nice," she beckoned inside her lair. Behind us, she closed the door and said with a throaty tone, "Your mine now, let's enjoy the moment." With that, she grabbed my shirt under the armpits and slammed me against the wall. "Let's fuck."
Like a ravenous wild cat, feral, strong and aggressive, Rosa stripped me bare. In an instant, she was the Venus de Milo rising from the dark recesses of wickedly ancient myths. Nakedly untamed, she was firmly in command. The bursting carnality unleashed the passion of boiling sensuality, as she stoked the stiffened strain of amative intensity. I was so hard and ready to explode.
"Oh my god, you are a goddess beyond description," I breathed and accepted her probing tongue and she dove hungrily into me. "Wow, you are so amazing," I muttered foolishly.
"Baby, I'm gonna to fuck your brains out," she said staring madly into me and puckering a wildly naughty grin, as she vice-gripped my penis. "I wanna suck you and jack you."
"And, I, my dearest," I moaned into her lips, "want to explore every inch you." My fingers dug in and felt her soft warm wetness. Her fleshy vaginal acceptance sucked my fingertips to the plumpness of her clit. She panted back into me. Her hot breath in a very erotic way seem to enter me and possess my inner being beyond the conscious level. "My god you're amazing."
"You betcha, my love," She sighed in a pleasurable way. "This is what gets me going."
Easily, I fell under her control. No resistance on my part whatsoever, since I wanted her to dominate me. She was taller as I was shorter, her embrace held me against the wall with one hand, while the other pumped my penis. Jacking me like a piston encased in a cylinder, reversing her warm soft hand, forward and backward, different angles, and teasing the head, brought me to the edge. My groin tightened and I held the tension deep inside.
With taunting allure, excitement in her breaths, she probed the tip, and played with the opening. Each time her palm slid down my shaft, shivers shot through my senses. I felt weak in the knees, about to buckle and slump into the dark red carpet that surrounded us. For a moment, I thought I would lose consciousness as she worked me over. In a few seconds, she stopped and reached toward a table nearby. From there, she retrieved a small packet.
"I wanna try this new lubricant we got," she whispered softly and bit my ear. With an excited grin, she licked her lips and opened a small cellophane container. The way she did it was enticing. With her perfect pearly teeth she tore the little envelope. "Cherry flavored."
"Uh, wait, let me get a condom," I muttered to her. "I try to come prepared."
"Hmmm, sounds like a pun, I think." She giggled. "I just want you to come, lover," she purred with a wink. "It's okay, I want it bareback. We'll be fine, love. And, oh fuck, I wanna feel that load inside, all hot and slippery in my pussy. Yeah, baby, I want it deep."
"Oh, love, I'll cum for you, I wanna cum all over you, and..." I nearly lost my breath. "Oh my goodness, what the hell, that feels wonderful," I murmured softly into her ear as she stooped down and rubbed my cock. "Yummy, smells good, oh wow, feeling terrific, sweetie..."
"Uh huh, I knew you'd like it, good enough to eat, like me," she whispered. Her Latina hotness simmered with a potency that'd melt the polar ice caps. "Yeah, baby, there we go."
She knelt, pumped me and alternately used both hands to jack my penis up and down. As hard an iron poker, stoked in her lusciously molten seduction, she held me tightly. Rosa squeezed the head, teased the tip and rubbed the opening. Smoothly, with gentle manipulations, her warm hands felt wonderfully erotic. Skillfully, she brought me to the edge.
"Oh my god, that's close, so close," I mumbled as the buildup intensified. "Yummy, my dearest, so fucking good, you're a goddess of sex." I closed my eyes and felt the shudders.
"Not yet, baby," she whispered hotly. "You're dripping that sweet nectar, um, it tastes so good." She flicked the tip of her tongue over the head of my cock. For a second, I thought I'd blow cum all over her beautiful face. "No, don't do it. Come down here and taste me."
"Speaking of that," I started to say, "I wanna suck on you so badly..."
I swept her up, gripped the fleshy fullness of her ass, while we kissed and probed each other with a fury. When I set her down on her desk, I licked her big protruding nipples. Large, brown and erect, surrounded by exquisitely dark aureole, I suckled as much as would fit in my mouth. Rosa whimpered wildly and held my face to her chest. In the following moment, she braced herself and let out a gasp, when I pulled her legs apart and put my head between her well-toned and sculpted thighs. My mouth found the warmth of her thick outer vaginal lips.
Wow, the sculpted lush beauty of her plump mound was a sight to behold. Smooth, dark and creamy, with an inviting depth of glistening pinkness, she opened to my hunger. Like a slick silken glove, velvety and milky, she had shaved all but a thin strip of black public hair. Her scent accentuated the luscious syrupy flesh pudding, as she squirmed and moaned. Slipping between the folds of her oozing wetness, my tongue rediscovered Rosa's bulging hard clit. Gently, I nibbled, teased at first, and then sucked her full length into my mouth. She shrieked as though driven by a molten surge of madness. Rosa's threw her head back and let out a squeal.
"Oh my god, fuck!" She blurted. "Yes, yes, make me come, baby!" Her fingers dug in the back of my head and pulled my face into her, as she shook and shivered. "Oh, fuck!" Rosa burst out and began to hump my face with increased tempo. "Goddammit, geezus, I'm cumming..."
Rocking back and forth, Rosa slammed me deeper, as though trying to pull me into her pelvis. For next few moments, she bounced up and down on the desk, massaged my face with her pussy lips, and hugged my head with her strong thighs. With each grinding groan, her muffled gasps fired my intense licking and sucking. With a deep guttural tone, she murmured excitedly.
"That's it honey," I whispered only to feel her shoving back down.
"Goddammit! I'm exploding, oh hell it feels wonderful..." She screamed.
"That's it, love, and go for it," I urged her and between breaths kept lapping the folds of her pubic essence. My tongue went deeper inside of her and tickled the warm fleshy depths of her vagina. Her ass bounced on the desk with joyous slapping sounds. "You taste so good."
"Eat me, suck me, lick me, baby," she squealed and pulled my hair, as if trying to bury me inside her slippery vaginal walls. "Ooooh, dammit, that's so good. Get that tongue up in there and lick that pussy, baby." Wet, dripping and shuddering, Rosa came in powerful quivering successions. She rolled her head from side to side, bucked and humped intensely on my face. "Slurp it up, bitch boy, suck that clit, that's it, baby...You're my bitch!"
"Uh huh, you know it, love; I'm your bitch, your toy, your slave. Oh yeah, love it," I said with a muffled breath and sucked harder. Her thick fleshy folds engulfed my face, while I dove in deeper, tugged with my teeth and slurped with my lips. "Juicy sweet, my dark mistress."
"Oh dammit, you gotta fuck me, now," she ordered, more like she demanded, with a voice that roared as though possessed by the carnality of hidden forces. Jerking my head up and down, forcing my face roughly between her thighs, her excitement increased. "What the hell, whew, that sent me over the edge. Oh damn," she blurted madly and paused for a moment. "What's your dick doing? Don't tell me it's getting limp. I want it stiff. Get that cock of yours on the floor now! I'm gonna ride your dick and fuck you so hard you're gonna lose your mind."
"Oh baby, I want it badly," I mumbled in her fleshy folds.
She did not have to worry about my rigid attention. I was so erect I thought I burst. She knew how to get me there. Her very presence, the words and the intensity took me into another realm of my mind. An altered personality, of the many that dwell inside, emerged with a heated core. A cranking tightness twisted from balls to penis head. Bulging veins strained the stretch of skin, from groin to end of the dripping tip. My engorged dick begged for release. In the next few seconds, time ceased to exist, and only we mattered in the oozing union of our carnality. Fueled by a flooding stream of multiple orgasms, Rosa was on fire ready to explode again.
With a pleasing affectionate smile for my dear friend, I held her hands warmly, met her beautiful dark eyes, as she grinned back and flicked her pink tongue at me. Swiftly, I lifted her off the desk and admired her exquisitely curved nakedness. My fingers softly dipped into her flesh and I felt the smoldering heat of her sexual essence. In an instant, a wild banshee, sex charged and hungrily aggressive, Rosa shoved me against the wall again.
She was tough, aggressive and demanding. A powerfully dominant woman, she insisted on taking the lead. My back slapped with forceful impact against the concrete surface. With one hand, she gripped my throat, squeezed gently, and with the other hand jacked my lubed penis. Rosa teased and clutched the head as though pumping an inflatable toy.
Again, it seemed as though every fluid in my body would suddenly gush from my cock and flood the room. In the fantasy, I was in a daze, dizzy, nearly disoriented and felt as though her two fisted grip wrapped around a fire hose. Stretched by the pleasurable aches of the skin tube, bloated under the pressure of erotic agitation, I imagined Rosa's face plastered with massive gobs of white thick sticky cum. Her intensity mounted with the inflamed passion of pure uninhibited carnality. Pumping, smacking and twisting my penis, she worked me over.
She threw her head back, laughed and squealed as if madness had struck her like a bolt of lightning. With one hand, her fingers tightened around my balls and cupped them with rough sensuality. The sack tightened and swelled, and when she shoved her tongue in my mouth, and sucked my lips, I thought I would lose consciousness. At any second, I did not know how much longer I could hold back. She expertly controlled me to the edge.
"No bitch," she whispered wildly in my ear and bit my earlobe. "You don't cum until I tell you, my fuck toy. Yeah, that's it, my slut boy," she said gruffly but with a slight hint of calm and cultivated reassurance. Her cocky arrogance demanded my obedience. "You're my bitch, to do whatever I want and you love it. Hold it back, I can feel you pulsating." She pumped, stopped, pumped again and stopped with each tight squeeze. "No, my bitch, you can't cum yet."
"Oh fuck, I can't hold it any longer, my mistress," I mumbled mindlessly.
"No, not yet, my little pony," she groaned with the guttural urge of powerful womanhood. Face to face, into my eyes she stared darkly. "What do we do, my lover, in the stable with the horses?" she provoked eerily. "What do we do, stable boy," she repeated.
"We ride them, my mistress," I answered in an altered state.
"Get on the floor, slave," she ordered as she stepped back. "Your ass is mine, bitch." She spewed her aggressiveness from the depth of primal carnality. Such was an alternate personality that shifts upon willful salacious intention. "I'm gonna fuck you, ride you and pound you until you explode. Now! On the floor and get that dick in the air, slave boy."
"Yes, ma'am, Do me hard and rough, baby," I whispered and obeyed her commands.
"That's it, slut boy, on the ground on your back," she purred with ominous flare, like a lioness protecting her lair. "Now, spread those legs." Her bare foot kicked my ankles and I submitted to her dominance. My legs opened wide. "Grip your balls and hold your cock up, point it at me." Rosa straddled my pelvis. The sight of her powerfully naked domination hovered over me for a moment. "I'm gonna milk you dry. You will worship this pussy."
"Oh my god, dark mistress, I worship your pussy," I breathed and panted, sweat gleamed across my forehead. "You gotta take me now, love, I need you to mount and do me."
"Yeah, whore, you enjoy the torment, you're my bitch, right?" she hissed with breathy huffs and a gaze that would melt an iceberg. Smoldering lust heated the air around us. "Here we go, boy toy, now get those legs straight, point that big dick at my pussy lips." Slowly she eased down. Thick muscular thighs balanced her descent. "Hold it steady," she demanded. "No!" She slapped my hands away from her ankles as I was about to grab her. "I will tell you when to touch me, you hot little hussy. You wait until for it my lovely beautiful man."
"Yes, mistress, my goddess," I muttered with lightheaded anticipation. In the amber tinted light of her office, feeling the prickle of the well-groomed red carpet on my back, tingling sensations shot up and down my spine. "Wow, you're so beautiful and erotic," I whispered. Feeling over the edge, as always with her, the presence was awe-inspiring and motivated the liberation of liveliness. Going beyond the senses, letting go, and embracing the creative flow of the imagination, elevated energies mount the passions within. "My dark raven, you're the warrior queen."
"You betcha my fuck toy, I am your queen. The one who dominates every sense you possess," she cooed with a groan. "Oh yeah, you like this hot pussy." As she squatted over me, the played with my penis. Slapped it a few times, jerked me, palmed the head, and teased my balls with gentle squeezes. "Tell me you want it, beg for it, and plead for my cunt. Worship it."
"I want it badly, love goddess, I need it, please fuck me," I mumbled. The sight of her physical essence was joyous torment. "Wow," I mumbled. "You're beautiful."
"Hmm, you're pretty yummy yourself, and we'll see how much fucking you can take." She stood up with a wicked grin, bent over and gripped the head of my cock. Her fingers were strong, skilled and determined to squeeze me. "Geezus, you get big, nice, girthy, and juicy."
"I need you badly on me," I whispered nearly in a blissful coma. "Fuck me, baby."
"Oh, my love, you're gonna get fucked," she murmured wildly.
With her round fleshy dimpled ass hiked in the air, she lowered her head to the tip of my dick. Fleshy lips of her pubis toyed with the head of my penis. Dripping readiness oozed between us, as our bodies naughtily yearned for massive sexual release. And, that butt of hers was magnificent. Just watching it wiggle easily gave me a hard on. Every inch of her ass demanded homage and reverence for the potency of our carnality Not to mention of course, her ample breasts, with large brown aureole and plump nipples, screamed obedience beyond the senses.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum, explode, erupt," I said with an aching sigh.
"No you're not, at least not until I let you. Beg for it." She pressed the head of my cock deeper into her spread vagina. "There you go, control that huge buildup of cum, baby. Wait, hold it back, not yet. Soon, I wanna it gush like a fountain and spurt everywhere."
"Oh, my god, you feel so good," I hissed, strained and ached with a low sensual hum. "Goddammit, fuck me, please, mistress," my inner sex person pleaded. "Please, fuck me."
"Ah, my slave boy, you betcha, bitch, I'm gonna fuck you," she mouthed sternly. "But, I want you slick and thick, so you slide all the way to the hilt." She held herself open, and rubbed her oozing wetness up and down my shaft. She greased my length with lubricant and jacked me off a few times. "No, not yet, slave. I can feel you throbbing. Hold it back, that's it."
At that instant, no sooner had she said that, she plunged down on me roughly. Rosa, the hot Latina fiery rose bud, burst out with a throaty scream. My cock, engorged with raging need, blood filled lust, went deep into the wondrous clutches of her vaginal depths. Wet, dripping and throbbing her vaginal lips engulfed me and sucked me inside her. Buried to the hilt, she rotated that beautiful big ass and bounced wildly. I was clutched hard and held tightly, as her muscled thighs rode my pelvis. The feeling was intense and beyond precise description. Rosa altered my consciousness, as my mind dove into her fleshy carnal inferno ready to burst with spurts of cum.
Between us, flesh to flesh, balls deep, sopping and drooling, white-hot thoughts of pure uninhibited ecstasy captured my senses. I was under her spell and enslaved by her unbridled erotic nature. Rough wild intimacy tugged the lengths and depths of our passion. Tightly muscled, squeezing hard, her vagina clamped and gripped my penis like a vise around a steel pipe, bent and ready to be spent. She held my shoulders down, threw her head back and slammed her wide hips on my pelvis. My cock ached to blow the load while her voracious appetite fucked me.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard, oh god, that's it!" I babbled to her and left no doubt she was fully in charge and would take my senses wherever she wanted. "Yes, yes!"
"Oh yeah, slave boy," she breathed down at me and slapped me a few times, then held onto my throat, as I grabbed handfuls of her fleshy ass. Firmly, she squeezed her pubis and gently clutched my neck. "That's it, hit it, baby, do me fast, get some. Jam it, get it, go for it big boy," she squealed. "Come on, pump me, stay in there, feel that thing milking your cock. You're fucking me so good. No, don't shoot yet. That's it, hold on, beg some more, there you go."
"Oh my god," I groaned. "I'm gonna blow my load in you, my mistress."
"You blow your cum where I tell you, my love," Rosa demanded and pulled up swiftly.
The beautiful sight of her ass jiggling as she moved shot through me like a sudden electrical shock wave. Magnificent and sexy and sensual, the sight and sent of her drove me beyond insanity. I tightened up, my balls tensed and I held on to her ass cheeks. Her big plump and lovely vagina spread wide, gaped open and oozed luscious juices, as my cock slipped out of her. She knelt to my side, hovered with her ass in the air, and gripped my cock with one hand.
"Oh baby, here it comes!" I groaned again the wonderful agony of sensuality.
"Here we go, hold it, stay right there, I can feel it, you're slipping over the edge, so big and girthy. The mushroom head is bulging," she uttered erotically.
"Yes, oh fuck yes, my head's gonna explode," I muttered about to lose my mind.
"Do it, baby, now, go for it, on my tits, shoot at me," she uttered sumptuously.
Jacking me slowly, strongly, and easing her grip up and down, her fingers teased my greased shaft. Gleaming from the mix of our bodily fluids, the lubricant and her skillfulness, my dick throbbed with ferocious convulsions. The eruption was tremendous an explosion that shot cum upward in a mystifying arc. As I shook and shuddered with every nerve in my body, she opened her mouth and hunched toward me to catch some of the spurting juices.
With multiple spasms that jerked my spine up and down, my cum splattered across her magnificent breasts, and dripped over her perfectly shaped brown nipples. The streams of hot milky giz gushed like a geyser and left trails from her lips, over her boobs, on her nipples and down to her navel. When I came, she squealed with a joyous glint in her eyes.
"Oh fuck!" I said and came unglued by the tumult of spray that bathed her.
"Wow, nice, very nice, I love it when you cum on me, baby," Rosa hissed and panted. "Dammit, I came again, when you came. Oh fuck me, baby, that was wonderful, geezus, I just want to suck you and drink your cum." She sat back on her glorious ass and smile. "What the fuck!"
"Thank you," I mumbled in oblivion, my mind went white hot. "Geezus what a woman."
"The best, baby," Rosa whispered and licked her lips with a deep breath.
"I'm dizzy," I panted and slumped next to her. "You're a goddess."
"You're my slave boy, and I love being with you," she murmured and wrapped herself around me. "Sorry, but I got to get busy. We'll do this again. You know who will be here soon."
"Whew," I said hugging her tightly. "I long for it very soon."
"Quick get dressed, my dear," she urged and in a flash got dressed and renewed.
With that, the world changed again. In a flash, a hug, a tight heartfelt embrace, a longing gaze, and the door shut behind me. Another cup of coffee, and surveillance continued. Memories are essential. A flash back gives insight. Dreams are streams of memories to enliven the essential nature of personal transformation. Good or bad, horrible or hopeful, the primacy of thoughts are spurred by the intensity of each experience. Those who don't know from experiencing the world have no conception of what things mean. Transformation is key.
For me, I preferred to be alone and reside within the solitude of so many inner voices inside my head. An Army doctor, who worked for an agency outside Washington, D.C., once said I was very close to the profile of an anti-social personality type. I would disagree and claim the truth of liberated individuality. Not fully appreciating the skillful artistry of the work I did, he feigned concern. Really, doc? His whole field of study was based the opinion of others and not on real science. Just conjecture turned into the pseudoscience of arrogant theories.
The real world, the one that is bare, brazen and very bad, is more diverse than the sterile confines of an examination room. And, for an opinion developed from the safe and secure boundaries of a government facility, the fanciful notion remains intriguing. Yep, so much for the unfounded theories of academia, and after that, it was time to retire. Overall, it's all about the sexuality of the individual persona. A psyche in transition from ignorance to a mature awakening, comes into a wholeness of being through a lot of fucking. Totality of a person, from day one, to the sunset of the last moment, is the sum total of a transformed carnality.
Life is in the moment, as the quest for transformation offers options for the intrigue of free will. Naturally, there are caveats and consequences to exercising liberation and freedom of expression. Others will disagree, criticize and challenge your actions and perspectives. They, the proverbial them, clinging to the herd, the mainstream, the normalcy, the fears of nonconformity, will oppose you. When beliefs are threatened dangerous things happen, as hope springs eternal in the emotional neediness of immediate gratification. They are afraid so they act foolishly.
Speaking of an example of sexual weaponization, when sex becomes destructive, the life form I sought appeared in the main concourse of the mall. A glance at my phone brought up a photo file. Right on schedule, his habits were predictable. Children's day at the mall. Here he was waiting for a target of opportunity. Rico Pequeño, aka Dick Small, retired congressman and pedophile. Although out of office, as a deacon in his church, he held significant political and commercial power at the local level. My beginning again would ensure his terminal retirement.