Ecstasy

Love things like this,

I wrote this one.

Beverleyand I had been swapping glances all day. With so much do to, rushing around theworkshop, I hadn’t had time for her. Her neglected stare fuelled my lust, as Ijoyfully conspired to pleasure her. As the end of the day neared, my heartraced with excitement for the night that was to come.

Beverly wasplaced in position an hour ago. Bear, on all fours, in black leather and lace.Just the way I like it. The anticipation of knowing I could be there anymoment, it must be excruciating. I open the door. Gazing upon her beauty in thedim light as I shut it behind me. She waits for me as instructed, still andaccessible. My eyes narrow and lips purse as I circle her and inspect her form,looking down on her deep crimson. I stroke her tenderly, preparing her for whatwill follow. Gently spreading and positioning her for mutual comfort. I enterher, lovingly and carefully. Only a muffled groan heard as we become one.

I pause fora moment to make sure she is ok. I gradually increase my speed, things arestarting to happen, and she is reacting. Thrusting like a mad man, rattling hersoul and shedding her skin. Circular motions, we rock together as I cradle hergently. I explore her body with respectful firmness, leaving no stone unturned.I move behind her, she juts forward and squeals as I dive in. Ravaging her withrelentless passion, from the inside out, Beverly will be very gratefultomorrow. Lightning strikes, doors slam, thunder claps as she pulsates to acontent stillness. She is well and truly finished, panting and glistening as Ilook upon what I have created. I pull a cigarette from the drawer and light itfast, my chest heaving as I marvel at her through the smoke smiling back at me.

Well, nowthat’s the interior clean, time for a chamois.

Beverley is my 65 Barracuda

Zeus