I often find your glance from across the room.
In the quick moment of our eyes meeting It takes me back to the only night we spent together. In those same gray eyes I saw passion. ignited with scorching flames. This was not another case of lust. he was starving, his appetite called for a submissive. Wile catching the last glance of his eyes before being blindfolded I caught a glimpse of greed. Being without sight for the remaining time my senses felt heightened my flesh felt warm under your touch, under your lips, under your hands. Suddenly with great force I was thrown onto my stomach His rough fingertips traced across my back making there way to my ass. Then his palm cutting into my flesh after every smack. lightening was striking. His breath the sound of thunder, loud moans poured into my ears. Heavy panting escaped from my own lips. At this point I could compare how wet I was to a faucet set on a steady drip. His voice filled the room loud and clear yet still sounding like a deep growl He commanded me to get up and kneel on the floor. Soon pushing his erect penis against my lips I had no choice but to obey and take all of him deep in my throat. In and out swirling my tongue along his elongated shaft. His voice now most certainly a deep growl now commanded me to lie on my back Pushing his way inside my warm now extremely moist vagina. Lifting my legs to his shoulders and seizing my hips into his steel like grasp. His palm slashed hard striking, cutting against my cheek then again on my breast. Passion in the air was thick as our bodies formed a unison motion. This action was tantalizing, and mouthwatering. The turning point was near as we reached climax Muscles tightened and contracted. Then he slid out of me. I lay still blindfolded with a blissful smile pressed on my face. The count of two seconds later the door opened and slammed shut. Throwing my blindfold off my face allowing light to be seen. The room was a blur as my eyes slowly adjusted. He was gone. Now I was only left with the sting of his wicked palm, and bruises that would last a week.
We never spoke again. Only receiving glances from time to time across the room of a crowded bar. When our eyes meet it takes me back to that one and only night.
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