I am not her boyfriend nor do I want to be. We are just playing a game or to be more precise, it is her fantasy and I’m fulfilling it. Like a book or novel, with dangerous beginnings and unsure endings. The type of fantasy that was thrilling, hot, and exhilarating. I’m not her boyfriend, nope, not some boring label like that. I’m the villain, or the lead character, or some side character that ravishes her for one night then never to be seen again. I’ll be anything she wants me to be, it is her fantasy after all.
In reality, I am more of a stranger. She doesn’t know anything about me. I don’t know anything about her other than that her body looks so good. I am here to satisfy myself and to satisfy her craving. She doesn’t want a nice guy. She wants to be with me, to be scared a little since I can hurt her. If she makes a mistake and fall for me, she knows I will break her heart so she guards it well enough. We had a connection that could not be explained, it was as if I could read her mind, as if I know exactly what to say to make her want me more.
I told her, “lick your lips. I want it wet when it touches mine”.
Our attraction was too deep, too primal, too late for us to stop nor think things through, as if our worlds and fantasies collided with each other by destiny, spiraling into something beyond our control. I bit her lips gently, not letting go for a few seconds, just so she knows that tonight she is mine. Her lips were hot, soft and moist. The type of lips that was begging to be kissed. Our tongues toyed with each other, giving and taking pleasure like a game where both sides wanting more and more of what the other can offer. I will have fun ravishing her mind, heart and her beautiful body as my lips will write poetry in every sensual part of her skin.
She quivered a little bit. Was she scared or excited?
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be good to you,” I told her then kissed her some more.
I want my kiss to linger in her mind, penetrate deep into her memories while she works during the day. To have her think of me, craving me, wanting me more and more with each passing second. To make her go wild with missing my lips, until her madness can no longer be contained. Until she craves for my body once again to fulfill all of her fantasies.