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Heatwave  

QuiteKindMind 38M
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10/20/2020 6:51 pm
Heatwave

My growing needs cannot be contained. In a world of magic, my veins would be magma, fists infernos, body a supernova. Our world would burn with the flames of uncontrolled lust.

My lover walks through the entryway, a strut in her high heeled step. With a smile, my arms wrap around her shape like living steel. A kiss shares the barest hint of need, but that hint is itself startling and unyielding. She looks into my dark, almost black, eyes and sees heat, hunger, need.

With glee, she submits and walks to the bedroom.

In a commanding voice, I state, “Clothes off. Down.”

Amanda makes a show of it, slowly unbuckling her heels and slipping her pants off with an exaggerated wiggle. Panties off with a deep forward stretch. She raises up on the balls of her feet as her top is pulled off, hands reach high to show off her back. A glance behind as fingers release bra hooks, providing a small peak at the sides of her breasts. One more glance back before a slow bend and crawl onto the bed.

The sight of her full, lovely ass ignites me further. Where the room felt chilled before, my skin tightens and sweats. With a practiced swing, I leave a red handprint on her right cheek. She lightly yelps.

My exhaled breath feels like deep red smoke.

Immolated by the intensity of my desire, my patience is ash. My jeans and shirt stay on. There is only time unzip and unbutton. Without underwear, I quickly slide in my lover.

I lose everything. The volcano within consumes all. No personality, ego, thoughts, memories. There is only now. There is only the shared heat, an ardor that cannot be contained.

Our passion seems to stir the air itself. It swirls around and between us, following the beads of sweat rolling down our boiling skin. Instead of providing a chill, our nova protects. We are flame. Lust. Intensity.

Each press of our bodies stokes the inferno. Soon, we will combust and scatter to the wind. My lover seizes in the throws of fire, and her explosion triggers my own.

As my mind swims and flees, I imagine our world is smooth glass, our bodies ashen statues entwined in their final, beautiful moments. Forever trapped in ecstasy.

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