Lust or Desire

Lust that is what makes the world go around, for if anything to go forth it needs the energy behind it. Thus desire, lust has to be that support in accordance to western mysticism, qabalah. So in my opinion lust is not wrong but necessary for ideas to be developed to allow the unmanifested become manifest.

It was his legs they were so well framed by the rubber that he wore. He was the proprietor for the shop that sold clothing and such made from recycled rubber which made him look even more scrumptious. His hair tied back in a thong just made the bow for the package that stood before me. My legs were quivering slightly; I needed to leave before I made a scene though never far to spy upon his luscious body.

I was at a weekend music fair so I had lots of time to reel in my eyeful catch. The heat of the day made my musk become more pronounced to my sensitive nose, wondering if he could smell my wanton desire as well.
The cool evening air brought with it, the smell of lilacs, my unencumbered breasts perked up to the welcomed smell and the anticipated liaison. It is my nose that has lead me to many enticing objects. Food, wine, sex, fine men, women all to be savoured with pleasure. This man that I found also had my nose enticed as so was my cunt, my panties already wet with desire.
The heat of the day that was stored inside the van rolled on over us which made us remove our clothing even faster. The bed being the only thing to sit on, so nicely laid out waiting for us. I took his face with my hands and lustfully kissed his luscious lips, tasting what he had to eat for dinner. With him settled beside me his shirt and the rest of his clothing off I ran my hands over his chest, not extremely developed pecks that stood out. Just nice and firm just like mine as his hands found them. I sighed, I wanted this all day. I smelled him with my nose, leading my lips to taste him more thoroughly, the salt of his sweat and the moisture lingering in the hidden creases. His hands were on my breasts, cupping them with practised hands, tweaking and pulling upon my nipples using the supplied appliances to great advantage. I straddled him with my thighs and pulled out his cock; lifting my skirt and guided him in. A huge breath came out and relaxed with him inside and plunged him deeper into my sopping cunt. His lips found their way to my breasts as his fingers continued to explore them. Not caring if his mouth could follow my bouncing breast as I continued to drive his cock. Just wanted to get off, and then have his cum on or in me taking my free hand and rubbed my clit furiously. As he got bigger, filling me nicely I came, and screamed into his chest his own bestial noises filled the air as well. We panted as we leaned against each other, I was not done with him and went for another round. I rolled off of him and laid on my back with my legs opened for him. Taking the cue he planted his face into my waiting grotto. I love a man who is willing to enjoy his own cum, and even share it with me. Without even asking he opened my mouth and slid his tongue in my mouth, tasting his cum with glee. As his tongue was in my mouth his cock also pierced me as well a nice ploy that I wonder if he was thinking of all day. So he fucked me with renewed enthusiasm, pistoning himself like he wanted to blow a connecting rod. He came a this time leaving his cock and his cum inside of me with us spooned against each other.

I enjoy sleeping with a cock inside of me every so often, so that was nice of him. I woke up with him sliding his cock slowly back and forth still nicely enveloped. With me awake he picked up speed and renewed his assault. He came more quickly than before, more awake now I took him into my mouth and tasted both of us upon his lollypop. Another thing that I enjoy, this man could read my mind. I wanted him hard again so I could slowly fuck myself. He obediently obeyed like a good pet so I shoved him back in.
Agonizingly slowly I slid his cock back and forth, doing everything that I loved. Just leaving the tip of his prick in then drawing him back in, rubbing my clit as he went past. He begged me to do something more than just tease him. So I scratched him with my nails, short as they are, so much more a person can do with short nails than with long ones.
I came about five times before I allowed him to cum. As usual he rammed his cock bruising my cervix. Trying as I could to open that as well. He came graciously, bemoaning me that his cock and balls were sore. I did not tell him that I was as well.
I then left making plans for the evening. Being sore is appreciated after a good fuck if that is what one wants.
We saw each other for the rest of the weekend; by the time it was all said and done I was so sore, I think I waddled for most of Sunday. I do know that driving home was a bitch. We did everything even a few new ones only thing he did not have was my ass. His cum eventually covered me head to toe. He gave me his number and I think I gave him mine.

I never do like meeting up again with the people I screw, feel it as a one of. Something to be remembered softly when I think back on past experiences not with them trying to remind me what we did or to have their cum in or on me again.