Undressed Heart

 "You know I'm married, right?"

"Don't we all make mistakes?"

"But..."

"No buts, maybes would suffice."

"It's getting late; my husband will be home soon. You better leave."

She meant none of that.

She was obsessed with the thought of him, wondered whether it was just her or if he recalled the beautiful things he'd said to her now and then, and if he meant them the way she took them, or if she was just obsessed with what was going on in his head.

It had been six months since they met. To put it mildly, he had tried really hard to confuse her. Her mind was playing games with her. Her body had relinquished complete control. Her heart had become a shattered compass, and no matter how hard she tried to get away from him, she always ended up falling back into his embrace.

Her desires for him grew stronger by the day, took full control and dominated her mind. However inside, she knew it was wrong. She tried to ignore her heart but the feelings within her refused to depart. They both had their own lovers. She wasn't his and neither was he hers, but young lust runs deeper than expected and sometimes a sinner meets another and a secret is hatched.

"I want to kiss you."

No one could blame him. She had pouting sensual lips, full and luscious, that seemed to be begging to be kissed deeply and with passion.

She looked right into him. Her eyes, almond shaped with long lashes, the kind of eyes that you can get lost in quickly. She was hypnotized, sleepwalking to the rhythm of his words, never wishing to wake.

For weeks now, when she lay down to sleep, lust had kept her awake. He haunted her every thought. He was all she could think about and in a dirty sexual way. She loved to spend rainy afternoons lost in thought, her hand daydreaming beneath the fabric of her floral panties.

"Dear Lord, I know I must not carry on, but I have craved this man, for far too long." She said a little prayer in her head.

In the amber glow of the flickering candlelight, he drew her close. He caressed her face and kissed her mouth. His lips felt warm, the kiss so pure, pleasure so intense. His tender caresses fuelled the fire that was blazing inside of her.

With one hand on her waist and one in her hair, he was in her ear breathing desperation and desire in one single sigh. How could she possibly break the embrace? Heat smoldered from her fuck me eyes. They stared into the depths of each other a moment more naked than skin. A smirk danced on his face telling her, "I know what you want."

His tongue slid enticingly into her mouth; intimately she tasted him and savoured the taste. Passionately they kissed, this time with a sense of urgency spawned from lust. He kissed her harder seizing all of her senses, delving into her very being. Their tongues caressed, circling and stroking. She couldn't get enough of it. She was drowning in desire, her knees weak, her body was on the verge of exploding. His hands were cupping her ass and seeking her breasts, leaving a path of fire scorching her skin.

He lowered his hands to lift her skirt, slipping his hand inside her panties, his fingers seeking her heated desire. As he roughly found her wet slippery bud, her breath escaped with pleasure.

She lay naked on her sinful bed, her hands squeezing her heaving breasts. Her body craved her lover’s lips, his burning mouth against her melanin skin. She writhed and sighed in lust, surrendering her love lands to his hungry touch.

“Please Lord Help. I am a weak individual, without you guiding me.” Went another unanswered prayer.

She no longer wanted choice and didn’t want to be loved gently or in a godly way. She desired the strike of shame in the burdened moments of the damned. The kind that smiles in church while trying to tuck a rock hard erection under a belt. Having to shift in your seat because the orator's fervor makes you wet.

“Come with your rod that twists and is a serpent. I am the bush. I am burning. I am not consumed”

His gallous fingertips traced the silhouettes of her smooth, contrasting thighs. They navigated her rounded hips with familiar fascination. Hips, oh so heavenly and divine they were. Perfectly round and shaped just right. Firm and just the right wiggle when she walks away swaying gently from side to side.

His hands clenched her ass; a gasp escaped her lush mouth, then traveled to search with delicate caresses for the tautness of her skin. Dipped inside, to find how much she wanted him. Used that want to slather her clit in slippery circles, as she arched into the ache, into the almost of release. She wanted to break over infinity signs. Inhalations whispered of longing. The breaths caught… while fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of moans. He traced on that little nub of lightning that buzzed her in shocks and shudders until she cried to god, the god of fuck me.

She allowed his work-hardened hands to pin her wrists in place, preventing her from covering the sensitivity of her nipples. The slight rasp and slide of stubble as the heat of his breath chared its way to her earlobe.

Her neck acquiesced, telling him, she could take every inch of throbbing pleasure he offers. Dares him to try break her.

He kisses her. His soft kisses traveling lower, softly and slowly. He awakened a sweet pleasure for them to share. A slow steady rush. Her flowering lips moistened with drops of delicate dew glistening on satin skin. Her glistening bud pulsed, her flowering petals unfolded, and she softly whimpered with each sensual caress of his captivating tongue. He ran his tongue along each fold, sometimes softly and gently, sometimes boldly. His tongue then found her swollen clit, he kissed it voluptuously.

As his tongue eagerly part her moist nether lips, the room quickly filled with her passionate sighs. It filled her up, her pussy fitting it like a glove.

The impish moonlight broke in like a thief at midnight through her bedroom window, falling on her like a lover's kiss. That night, the ravenous beast was awakened, to fulfill any fantasy, to do whatever came into his head. The beast was fed. Her lower lips were flawless when spread for his erection.

How could he taste so good when the flavor was all wrong? She realized why she had never prayed before. A single person can only say ‘Oh God’ so many times.

She traced indistinct shapes across his skin, leaving a lingering exotic imprint of forbidden love. It was a fleeting affair, but it meant everything to her because if she hadn't met him, she wouldn't have known the pleasure of ecstasy's warm gifts and memories to cherish. Though kept in the shadows, the memories they created were euphoric.

She was almost home, her feet spread high, cuffed at the ankles by her wrists, but her husband was home. Silently standing by the door. His body frozen in shock. As time passed, his mind tried to make sense of it all. The room was filled with the enticing scent of his wife's sweet pussy. Her sex scent filled the air like fragrant roses in full bloom. He watched the look of pleasure, the passion in her eyes. Her voice suddenly rang in his head, “Someday you will cry for me like I cried for you. Someday you will miss me like I missed you. Someday you will need me like I needed you. Someday you will love me, but I won’t love you.” And he understood why. He's been doing the same thing to her for a long time.