Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Page 22

  But two could play that game. She knew that I was putty in her hands; I just hoped that my patience would pay off to her becoming putty in mine as well.

  "Your flapper ensemble was beautiful, the masquerade ensemble was truly awe-inspiring—but what you're wearing tonight takes the cake! You look phenomenal in leather…”

  I began to walk her towards the central Thunderdome and spoke earnestly in her ear. “…a vision good enough to eat—just like one of those Venetian ice cream treats.”

  As she smiled, I thought to myself—PrimaDonna really didn't know that I would devour her fine ass and have her climbing walls on any given night.

  Right now, she was driving me insane with longing—but I wouldn’t show it. I would simply corner her, little by little.

  The spray of throbbing sexuality that surrounded us began to consume us and we became magnetized by each other’s lust and wanting. And just when I thought that I could get away with a touch, a kiss, a hidden caress—she abruptly, grabbed me by my chaps, and whispered a third time in my ear.

  “You’re making me wet, Silk. And I can't help but want you.” She licked and kissed my earlobe, as my eyelids became sealed shut and curtained within its ecstasy.

  “Maybe one day…” She then pushed me backwards and instantly another femme hugged me from behind. And though I was being kissed on the side of my neck, from behind by a stranger, I was frozen with desire.

  PrimaDonna had disappeared almost as quickly as she came to me—like a mirage in the Arizona desert. And then she re-appeared across the room, as she kissed one of the silver-painted dancers on the other side of the dome.

  The painted dancer was sprawled on the velvet cushion and blissfully receiving a wet, purple glowing dildo, with a vibrating purple dolphin for a head, that another painted dancer was sensually penetrating and pleasuring her with. And as the dancer’s head hung over the velvet cushion, PrimaDonna glanced at me sensually and then kissed her deeply, as the dancer writhed in a bewitched and mesmeric ecstasy.

  She was surely teasing me; and playing with my ability to retain my tolerance and long-suffering. Nevertheless, I was confident that in time I would survive the desert to be rewarded with the oasis of PrimaDonna and I would drink of her cool waters to become fully quenched.

  But in the meantime, I simply had to reach my throne in one piece.

  I began to finally cross through the central dome’s interior and continued my trek across the room to the far back; where a full bar and a stage with three bejeweled thrones awaited me.

  I sat in my throne and took in the scenery.

  Everyone was filled with ecstasy. NinaStarr had finally found a common ground with Pharaoh, as they kissed in one of the darkened crevices and corners of the room behind the stage. Suez had made it to the central dome and was now locked in a passionate kiss with the wild brunette, as they scaled the side of the steel rungs of the dome.

  But nothing could prepare me for what the large central bird cage had in store for my now burning corneas.

  And I couldn’t believe the image that had been seared into my brain.

  As they hovered in the spotlight, Sir Sheik and Flourish were grinding unabashedly for all to see. Perched on her knees, with eyes rolled up and the sensual back of Flourish arched, the Sheik would caress her taut nipples and laugh at me from behind, within the confines of the steel cage that hung overhead. The Sheik’s hands ran the length of Flourishes’ body seductively and her fingers disappeared between Flourishes’ opened legs and shot in and out, as the Sheik suckled the inked flourishes of her shoulders from the back. It was an insult and a bestial display; and Sir Sheik was definitely sending me a blatant and direct message.

  That was it! I needed a drink and I wanted some pussy.

  I would get both, as the text came in to meet my Alice by the main door in exactly ten minutes.

  It was time for me to get a few shots of Patrón and get my rocks off.

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  I’d recognized my Alice downstairs immediately. And although she recognized me as well, she chose to be stalked throughout the crowd, smiling with devious glee as we weaved through the web of bodies. As the hunt was on, I playfully pursued her. But when I finally caught up with her at the stairway to the hallway, she strutted throughout the hall in defiance, until I finally yanked her into my arms and acknowledged her.

  “You wanna come and take a ride with me?”

  “I like playing with you already! Yeah, I can ride with you tonight.”

  I smiled abruptly and then we kissed with an animalistic vigor.

  I tossed her over my shoulders, as she giggled and I led her into my room. Once inside, I playfully flung her onto the bed in a near-drunken stupor. My Alice smiled on the bed, as I growled and prowled with a sensual stealth. I clenched my teeth, like a roaming panther, and crouched at the edge of the bed. We began to hunt each other around the room like predator and prey. And as we playfully chased each other, we both stumbled around the room, as we were way beyond buzzed but not yet drunk.

  “You’re a bad stud and I like wild…rough…fearless studs.”

  We were both as near to drunk as we could be, without it being dizzy and messy.

  And my Alice was highly voluptuous and stacked like a thoroughbred—thick thighs, lusty ass, long eyelashes and even longer legs. She would stand out in any crowd; with a distinctive and striking combination of brown sugar-toned skin and hazel eyes. But with a beauty mark, like Marilyn Monroe, to complement her full, luscious lips—she stood at the head of an elite class of extreme beauties. She had a raw sexual power and was the kind of woman that I could really have a lot of fun with. And with more than enough shots of Patrón and desire in my system—she would have a lot of fun with me as well.

  The text that I received about her said that her family owned a sugar estate and Jamaican rum distillery. After her mother and father passed, she inherited the full estate and flourishing business. Business was so good that she simply needed to attend executive board meetings and pop-in every so often, to make sure everything was running smoothly.

  She was raised primarily in and currently lives in Toronto. And with her purse, I now had a commanding lead.

  The text also stressed that she was a wild one—and I wasn’t about to take that warning mildly.

  Her steamy presence was viciously provocative, as she commanded my room with knee-high leather stiletto boots and lace-up leather boy shorts and a matching top, which was tied at the waste. Her all-black leather get-up only served to awaken and charm the savage beast in me, as it contrasted with her soft bronze skin.

  And although she was not PrimaDonna, she was a beautiful and divine woman—and I would love her just the same.

  She began to walk towards me with a slight and rhythmic bobbing and weaving, but with a highly focused intensity, as if she was charming a snake and I was her cobra. I would hover, squint, and lunge to bite the air before her.

  She stood her ground and kept moving forward. It was erotic. And I began to slowly back down.

  “Your reputation precedes you, Silk.” She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt as she gazed into my eyes. “You have no fear and you are swaggerific…”

  “I, guess some would say that.” I was hypnotized as her full and ample bosom began to peak out behind the black leather.

  “Sit down!”

  I smiled and slowly lowered to sit in the oversized, royal purple leather chair in the corner. I took direction now, with the power struggle turned in her favor, but I would be sure to give direction later.

  “…AND…you have a gift…a sexual power…”

  “Well, I don’t know about all of those things, I’m just a mere stallion.” I picked up the remote that sat by the chair and turned on my docked iPod to play “Whining” from my playlist.

  She turned and faced the iPod player that’d been activated. She then looked over me and bent down to look me in the eye.

  "You assume just because I'm from Jamaic
a that I like dancehall?"

  I gazed at her plump and robust breasts that now bounced freely in front of me, as she bent down teasingly, and responded boldly. "Well, do you?"

  "Well, yeah…”

  "Good! Because I love it…all music and all love is universal…so I love all types of music.”

  "So do I…"

  She slowly began to dance and grind, as her body moved to the music like a contortionist.

  "…and I love making love to all types of music...”

  "Me too…I love FUCKING to all types of music, too...but I really love FUCKING to reggae...”

  She stressed and reinforced the words like they needed to be bolded with emphasis, as she accented each sentence with a smoky, island flavor. She looked over her shoulders and her body ducked lower and into my lap, as she performed her dutty wine dance. The scent of her kai aroma filled my nasal cavities, as my own body’s secretions began to fill between my legs. And like the drummer does the steel drum, I tingled and danced all over inside. I was excited by her passionate vibes and closed my eyes as my body was consumed with her exotic essence.

  "Mmmh, I love T.O.K.—da tune deh sick! What do you know about reggae music?"

  "I know it comes from a sexy place, where the sexy women reside.” I whispered into her ears and began to carefully unlace her lace-up leather boy shorts from behind, as I began to dance with her. I slid my fingers inside of her and began to play with the sensual serum that had collected for me within.

  "Ooh, you are a dutty…dutty stud!" She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and moaned. "They say sex is everywhere—but to me a GREAT fuck is hard to come by.”

  "I'll make sure that you cum hard everywhere tonight!"

  “I’ll be sure to hold you to dat, Sexy Silk.” She turned and began to back up towards the bed. And I began to follow her.

  “Look like yuh want a sort out now, Sexy, Sexy Silk?”

  It seemed that as the night went on her Jamaican accent would slur and dip in and out of her. And I would soon dance full-on with her native tongue.

  “You turn me on...I hope that you don't mind getting a little wild tonight...”

  “You're free to be whoever you want to be with me!”

  I peered deep into her eyes, piercing past the triple-paned windows to her soul. And as her lust’s physician, I’d seen her spell before.

  Hers was a proud yet victimized soul, constantly having to defend herself against those that hated her for her wealth and prosperity. A pretty little girl riddled with sweeping insensitivity. A damaged and enraged princess, made invisible to all as long as she got her way.

  Hers was a drunken soul of sadness and hidden insecurities plagued with the illusions of a need to maintain control. All mortal beings eventually binded to her every bidding which was requested with a sweet and subtle revenge. Constantly struggling to rise to everyone's highest expectations of glamour and strength, she was an engaging woman long lost to the spell of a doomed lifetime of ease and privilege; as she was given the world on a silver platter with no real challenges to speak of that were her own. And yet each and every day was a ferocious fight to keep the world from seeing the weaknesses within.

  She’d attended Cloud9 as an escape to her everyday jug of competitive order. But within this night, I would fill her with light and love. And kill this spoiled state of organized chaos and hidden rage.

  Tonight, I would give her what she thought she wanted and then treat her with what she needed to liberate her exacted madness. She would get a full bottle of Silk and experience the fullness of life thereof.

  I was again on the prowl like a panther, as I lurked and clenched my teeth. I growled as the panther does his prey and my eyes shone. I slowly backed her up onto the bed, as I kept her gaze. And I stealthily tore into removing my boots and chaps, as I could already tell that she was driven by a wild libido.

  “You’re drunk!” She giggled and despite her hidden plight, hers was a beautiful smile full of life and paradise.

  “I’m not drunk! You’re stacked like a thoroughbred…and I wanna fuck you!”

  She backed up within the sheets and her unshackled shirt began to slide off of her body. And as she smiled and gingerly dipped and dodged like an iguana, I swiftly caught and pulled her by her ankles to the edge of my bed.

  I unzipped and removed her leather stiletto boots and shorts. Then tossed them aside, as I pounced upon my Alice with the swiftness of the tongue that I’d been gifted with.

  I placed the whole of my mouth upon her, to cup and mold the clay of her softly-shaped saucer. I skipped and licked her pulsing pebble and she began to get settled, as I sipped her river's delta. I licked her and licked her. And then like a potent potable, the strength of her firewater sweetly ignited my desire to deliver shots of my tongue to her with rapid-fire.

  I would bob and weave through the lush folds of her lips that now swelled with each breast’s stroke, delivered at the hands of my palms and fingers.

  And she was now swimming with the glory of my raw and sexual power.

  “Ohh, baby, that feels so good.” Though she whispered, her moans were distinct and commanded my tongue to linger longer within her.

  I would lick and kiss my Alice to thoroughly wet my whistle, as she was built like a piston. And tensions disappeared as her hips’ movements became tremendous—which proved that she was indeed a thoroughbred.

  And like the dutty wine dance, the rhythm traveled up and down her spine to pop and throw shots, as my tongue returned the rally, to spiral and gyrate motions within her love’s oceanic potion. Her emotions catapulted wildly within the throws of our passion. And her arched back and curved hip's song egged me on, like the full moon rises to sway the wild and untamed beast to bay and to maim.

  Her dam finally broke and began to release all of her hidden insecurities with it.

  “Oh, yes baby…”

  I siphoned her maraschino cherry and began to sip this Alice’s ale that felled from her. I drank her in, like a lush, and her bliss fed me like Memphis moonshine. She moaned and groaned. And it was soca music to my ears.

  Once I’d turned her on, she was running and cumming like a faucet. And like nip from the tap, I was drunk with the bliss that passed to me.

  But this was not the last call.

  “Get on all four’s” I casually directed.

  The liquor of this thoroughbred gave me the strength of ten stallions.

  "Power up!"

  I stood at the edge of the bed, as she shuddered on all four’s in ecstasy. And I pumped my ruler’s erection, as she peered back at me.

  I progressed to lick and wiggle her chloë from behind and the tips of her long black hair shook and rattled with the rest of her cumming.

  I straightened my back and pinched my shoulder blades together, as if I was marching into battle on the heels of this thoroughbred.

  I quickly spread open her thickened lips.

  And at first penetration she willingly backed up onto me.

  “Oooh, give it to me daddy!”

  “This is my fat pussy!”

  I held onto her hips and as the head had disappeared within, I paused at the entrance to tease and torture her before sliding deep inside. And as I’d entered her, she would become the libation to my muscle’s shining dome; and I began to blend and mix her cocktail, as she moaned and cursed in her native Jamaican tongue.

  “Silk, baby, stretch di pum-pum out... dutty stud”

  I dug my toes and heels into the shagged fur carpet and drew my spine and pelvis in, as a dirty bliss fell upon us. The penchant feeling began to arise up and through my thighs; and with ass cheeks clenched, concentric circles dotted my mind.

  My hips spooned and slapped the back of her legs, as she cursed and squirmed to the rhythm of my gyre and the scold of my rolls. I gripped and squeezed her fully-rounded ass and leaned into her pelvis relentlessly. And my love muscle swerved and bounced within her belly, as I fucked her with a wild and raging passion.

>   “Oh, Silk!”

  As the ruler’s shaft engorged to the next level, I would slide out to tease and torture her. I climbed onto the bed behind her, on bended knees, and slid the bouncing and bulging head back into her.

  “Fuck me, daddy!” She clenched the sheets and demanded.

  With her hazel eyes blazing through me and her hair springing at every rebound, I began to bring up the rear. I gripped both sides of her, as her hips handled and commenced to swirl the richie around inside to grind, while I cupped her dancing breasts. And then I began to take over to bounce her full body on the dong and she began to shrill a trill, like King Kong raged inside of her.

  “Ooh, fuck me, daddy!”

  I spanked her ass and began to grind fast with her pussy still constricted. She was filled and I meant to awaken her soul, as I plunged deeper towards her body’s ocean floor. My ruler's shaft shone and shimmered on the outlet and recoil, bulging at the next opportunity to slide and climb the walls of her great abyss. Each time the bulging head found a way to hold on to the rim just enough to echo bliss throughout her body's vessel. And our rocking became a sexual compass, as the needle swayed between us.

  She would truly miss the sweet kisses of this rocker by the end of this ride.

  We fucked rough and with an utter obscenity. And the lips to her pussy slapped my member’s sack as she bounced and threw it back. My hands clasped the outside of her hips and simply guided her ass back into me, while her cheeks bounced and jiggled furiously.

  I was fearless, as my hip and pelvic muscles slung the dong’s growing power inside of her. And as the shaft enjoyed the deep-sea diving, it pushed her to the brink of utter destruction. All the while, her mind and patois ran and reeled at a dizzying pace.

  Liquor woven sweat trickled mercilessly, as I exorcised her demons. And then, as she moaned and screamed louder, my noble and divine essence began to take over. This was a test of my endurance, as I pushed her beyond the fringe. And every so often she would look back and squint her eyes threateningly. She looked back and held hell's fury in her eyes, in a relentless pursuit of the ultimate orgasm.