M I L K

They say it does a body good and with curiosity dancing in my thoughts, eager to know if I’ll ever know the truth, adventures manifested well after I realized I was down the rabbit hole. Reluctantly enchanted. Incapable of restraint. For once in my life I wanted to feel alive; unbothered by the need to be perfection.  After searching, conversing, finally provoked to the point of uncontrollable lust, my appetite for flesh became more than I ever could have imagined. I prepared myself for what I envisioned would arrive in the near future. I replayed in my mind numerous times: images of silhouettes intertwined, being devoured in desire. If I wasn’t prepared earlier, I certainly was now and not a moment sooner as the chimes of arrival sang. It was the cinematic moment when your eyes first meet and magically the scene freezes and everything seemingly fails to exist. The moment amber rays beamed into my soul, I knew I had to touch the forbidden fruit. I could tell in his eyes that he definitely wanted to touch mine too. The mood was charmingly laid back, soft lighting from the jasmine and lavender candles and studio track lights. Soft music, movie on mute, wine, and also some herbal. As our conversation grew deeper, clouds swirled above and around us. Loud filling our bodies, laughter being exchanged as common interest were discovered and as my mind became more stimulated, so did my body. The thought of tasting everything except the wine and ganga: unbearable. Resistance was futile at this point and the time was now to roam the world of pleasure. We did, roam each others world that is. His filled with crevices as if they were carved out by Adonis himself. Eyes that symbolized the twinkling stars at night. Hypnotic, mesmerizing, and totally capable of captivating your soul. Skin that could radiate the darkest of caves. Everything about this world I was ready to explore. Juicy lips. Phat gluteus and we won’t even mention the eggplant. The arousing smell of it. The precisely trimmed lawn that surrounded it. Perfection for the art of fellatio. How it swelled as my tongue played on the shaft and head before being swallowed. As the symphony continued, hitting the loud inbetween catching my breath and swallowing ten inches, the reward unexpectedly splashed my tonsils leaving behind a sweet and saulty trail. I couldn’t help but to get every last drop, licking my lips in a fashion even the most greedy individual couldn’t. I suppose I’ll get my soul snatched another day, and I guess it’s true what they say, M I L K really does do a body good.

 

  • Alex N. Wanderland