A FANTASY SUITE... by RONN MIDNIGHT

A FANTASY SUITE...by RONN MIDNIGHT (the alter ego of William Fredrick Cooper) (Written May, 21, 1999)

Have you ever been alone late at night; wanting to be inside someone, yearning to let the warm juices of lust leave you to run free inside of a special someone? Have you ever craved the content sigh of a sexually satisfied soul mate? The feelings, so strong for so long, need a healthy release. Wanting to touch and kiss and screw has me lusting as I taste the sweetness of my unknown queen’s nectar in my mind.

My mind, now running game, wants to get some; so here’s what I would say: Sometimes the thought of being inside you, sharing every ounce of my undying torrent of love for you gives me such a horny rush that control leaves me in public places. Shivers of pleasure scale my spine when I envision you imploring me to tease you, please you and appease you. Yeah, I become the lover you wants, the you she seeks, but only to you, my unknown princess, for you have the potential to bring me to heights I could never experience with another.

The desire reaches a zenith of sorts in the bedroom. Something flows through me once you close the door, an uncontrollable transformation comes to surface. That nice guy with so much emotion wants to fuck, with a woman in love of course. Seeing my magical metamorphosis from man to sexual predator, it arouses you, leaves you breathless, whoever you are. Just my touch sends tingles. I know. I can feel your excitement.

I’m sorry, Honey - Can I call you that? Does my cunny taste like that? My apologies for not giving you advance notification, but your body now belongs to me, as I am determined to make your love come down in terrific torrents of orgasmic bliss. So the pussy’s mine tonight.

I live to be the most exhilarating lover you’ve ever experienced. You’ve confessed fantasies; let’s turn them to realities. I yearn for the collision of two dripping, passionate masses. With you, I’ll master the art of making love, because of the amour, my dear. You want it tender? I’ll give you that. Swing from the chandeliers in a swift fury? Yes, we good guys do that shit very well when hungry. . In circles, changing speeds and positions? My hips are loose, my pet. Doggie-style, S&M, Playful abduction?? No problem. Because of my love for you, my soul mate, these things come to the fore.

So it’s unhealthy to take a drink from your honey pot, huh? But my dear, the rivers of bliss from the cunny increases my motivation for your gratification. I don’t want you to stop enjoying yourself, for I won’t enjoy myself. The mere thought of my queen pounding my arms because of lack of control reveals things her mouth won’t say.

So, can I taste it? Hmm, you taste so good. You have me munching on those walls. Damn, I’m enjoying you, my precious. Haven’t you ever encountered a man who’ll completely dominate you completely; physically, yet tenderly, with sensitivity, simultaneously? One that will tease, lick every crevice of your canyon with a loving tongue, then insert a dick craving only your sweetness? One that’ll do any and everything to please you? Love, my queen that’s what it’s all about.

But we’re not in that mode, sugar, for this is one of passion, lust and desire. The musky aroma of your nest arouses me this particular evening, so I feel compelled to sample a special treat, first lubricating it with some of me, then teasing your flaming gouge with my tongue; as per your request of course. I want it sugar, the liquid that muffles my utterance. I need it, darling. I need you to squirt that orgasm out, so I can drink it… Come on, Baby, clamp your thighs around my face so a familiar beverage fills my nostrils. Here it comes, I can feel your instant, orgasmic arousal. Mmm, sugar, Daddy sure loves to make you cum.

What? You thought we were done, huh? Silly Rabbit.

Stop rubbin’ your clit. Allow me... No, not with my mouth this time. With something else harder and bigger...Do you like that, baby?? Do you like the way my love feels inside of you? Damn, I hope so. Mmm, you feel so good... I enjoy a woman with a deep cave.

As we both glide into pleasures that before our introductions we never knew existed, the ride that commenced slow and savory has become swift and hard; again as per your request. The sensations now unbearable, we approach a plateau, a point of absolute satisfaction, when all else becomes moot.

We’re there, baby... C’mon... C’mon...That’s my girl... I’m there baby, I’m there...

The rush that encompasses me as the simultaneous paroxysm of delight and ecstasy is engulfing, causing me to scream as our bodies tremble and become limp, in awe of this heavenly union of love.

Love, I see it’s found it’s way back into this flow. Yeah I do love you, my queen. Wherever you are.