Seductive Touch

The room was lit with dim yellowish light of the candles as the boy seductively walked towards the girl donned in a olive gown with a split till her thighs showing off the glinting skin of her leg, she put it on the table and slightly bent down to invite the man toward him. Unfastening his belt he stepped toward her. The scene played on the screen was alone enough to arose anyone. Imagine, watching it with having a girl as beautiful as a fairy sitting next to you on your sofa.

'Who could hold himself back in such a state?'

Her legs were sitting on the table as I flipped mine up there next to her. She threw a glance at me from the corner of eyes as her lips lifted up from the tips.

Slowly, I slid my toes over her foot and then moving up I lifted up the edge of her jeans. It wasn't difficult as the bottom was loose. I kept my toes move carelessly on her legs as she eased her ass in the sofa, I felt as if she was enjoying being caressed by me.

The scene on the screen was getting intense with each passing moment. The lady was pinned to the wall, a black wall which was most probably not at black painted but was drenched in complete darkness. The man had her mouth in his hand as he tipped it up. She moaned slightly as he pushed her back with his load.

"You know what?" She said still looking at the screen.

"Umm..what?"

She took a pause as if she was pondering on her decision to talk about it or not.

"I always wanted to be loved, especially, after loosing my Mum. I missed being loved by someone....

That feeling of being treated by someone special.... I longed for it all my life."

There was a momentary silence between us despite the voice of moans coming from the TV.

"So, you never got someone who loved you? I mean you never had any boyfriend?"

I didn't know what made me ask her this question directly. She turned head around to look at me. Though, there's no perks of shock on her face or amazement. I reckoned as if she's not taken by my asking this question.

"I did." I, immediately, turned my head in her direction the moment she said this.

Her face was again neutral no signs were exposed on it about how terribly she was shook or how much it hurt her recalling the events of her past.

'Maybe, she hasn't had an experience as bad as mine.'

The man loaded off the lady from his shoulder to the bed as her figure bounced on the spring mattress. She was unwrapped by him as now she's totally naked laid on the white sheets of the bed, her one leg was bent up and the other one was stretched out as she teased him with her toes climbing on his belly, walking down slowly on it.

I reached for her testing in her lap and grasped it in mine. She didn't look at me. With the tip of my thumb I caressed the veins probing on them.

"May I ask for the reasons?" I mumbled.

The man in the movie, crouched on the lady, it was a completely naked show, she straddled her legs as he bent down and she pushed him further down by locking her legs around his waist. He began to sniff her belly and slowly moved up to her curves and balls hanging on her canvas. He knocked on her peaches before taking a sweet little teasingly bite on them. The room resonated with her moans and his groans as he squeezed her parts and add more fuel to the fire of passion with his love.

"It was same! Everytime!" I looked around at her. She was getting serious.

Even though, I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to hear more of her stories as I figured perks of my own in it.

"Does everyone has the same experience in love?" I asked her.

Her eyes were glued to the screen but I could tell she wasn't into the scene being played on the TV, and somewhere else.

"I don't know about the experiences, Arthur." She slowly took my name and I felt like drowning into the pool of honey that just dripped down from her lips. "But, one thing is for sure, that the results are always same."

I felt a flicker of disappointment, and discontentment in her tone flapping as each time the word love is being taken in front of her. Though, I had never met anyone more optimistic in my life than her even after the things she had experienced in her life, that's one reason she had me shocked at her stance.

The man was now licking the cervix of the lady as her hair concealed one part of her face, he blew them off with air he blown from her mouth. Reaching upto her mouth he covered it with his, she shut her eyes responsively, and his hands became busy in taming the wild witch below him.

The moment they both grew out of breath, she pushed him off her to found her hands tied to the headboard. Her eyes shot wide open as a devilish spark passed through them.

"You bastard!" She smirked.

"Don't you dare say a word against me. Especially, when your hands are tied. Else, you don't have any idea what would happen to you!" The man said confidently as he lasciviously grinned at her.

"Are you warning me?"

"Yes! Very much!!" He said before plunging into her breast and bite on her nipples with their tips white with her product.

"Then, you don't know me yet." She winked at him, tightened the lock of her legs around her waist she pushed him down and swirling around she climbed on top of me. She sat on top his dick like a witch without a broom but still holding the power within the blink of her eyes.

"I'll make you regret warning me like this."

"I won't."

"You just wait and watch." She grinned at him. Sliding her vaginal lips at her sword she leaned forward on his board. He slapped on her butts to push her a little up as to inject his rod into her. But she knows the art. She mounted on her belly and grabbed his hair. Then started the licking and eating whatever part she found fascinating. The rod was as erect and heat as the iron rod in the heating machine.

"Let it burn, a punishment of taming the madame." She whispered on her lips before taking a bite of his lower lips and then, he pushed her down on the bed and took charge of her.

"And, I turned you down." He said in her mouth.

"That's what you think." She said clutching his dick in between her knees as he groaned loudly.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle and easy." She said easing her hands on his back restlessly.

"You want more." She said loosing her grip on it.

"I need to teach you a lesson know." He entangled his legs with hers and pushed himself down in between her legs. The milky way was drooling out of her. He split the lips with his tongue and took a lick at the cream sluicing out if her.

"Umm.. taste delicious.!" He said as she giggled.

But, it didn't stopped there, he gently moved up on her and injected his rod into her hole. Her eyes shot wide open as she smirked at her.

"You're a coward."

He frowned at her as she said this. "What do you mean by this?"

"Isn't it too early and easy to do. I wasn't expecting that you'd choose a easy way."

"Eh," He felt hit by her words. "I got you girl. I got you." He said sliding it out of her.

"Great!" She muddled.

He reached up to her breast and sucked on her teats until he satisfied half of her hunger. Indeed, it could never fulfill his burning desires.

She was completely entangled into his body that she couldn't move or take an action even if she wanted to. Her legs were swirled around with his, and her hands were tied to the headboard. Her teats were tucked in between his lips and her lips were left unsealed to moan as loudly as she could.

"Stop it." She whispered.

"I won't." He said.

Then, he reached up to her lips and and plucked at them before getting back to his actual hunt, to give her tardy bash.

Inserting himself into her, without thinking about anything for a moment or giving her the chance to make up something else. He knocked her down. The push was damn strong. Her spine curved up as her lips quivered with the unrhymthic, and disarrayed moans.

She's right. The results are always same. If there's one mistake we all do i. Our life is to wish of being loved by someone, little did we know it will do nothing good to us but take all we little things we have. It'd take a part of our soul and body.

I looked at her as she was already staring at me. Slowly, she leaned forward toward me and sniffed on my chin like it gave the best flavor of her favorite ice cream.

Swirling my hand around her head I grasped her hair in my fist and pushed her closer without giving a warning. I trailed my lips over her lips smeared with lipstick as they slipped on them because of the glossiness on them.

She's right.

I parted her lips with my tongue and gradually moved it inside her. She closed her eyes when our tongues twisted together. Curling my other hand around her waist I lifted her up on my lap and eased my hands below her t-shirt.

She's right. The results are always same. And would always be the same. We both knew this thing. We both knew that the outcomes would not be any different this time too. We both were very well aware about the painful event that might took place in the future and we were aware of the fact that it rebuild vase is meant to fell down once again. Because, afterall, the results are always same.

She unbuttoned my shirt as I lift off her t-shirt. The moans in the TV was killed by our own, when I pushed her down on the sofa and she was under me.

Having a clear picture of the future in our minds and the stories of past engraved on the wounds of our past we dive deep into this fire and willfully burned ourselves in it.