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It burned in me, the pictures that the advert had etched so clearly in my mind and fed into my most primitive fantasy. Ignoring it didn't purge it, replacing it with other fantasies and amazing real-life sex didn't purge it, time didn't purge it. It flickered and burnt stronger for being ignored and my very desperation to suppress it was the fuel it needed to feed its wicked appetite.
I had mentioned the ad to Patrick when I'd seen it online and he found it exciting too. We'd discussed the thrill of it, but considering that it was advertising a club a continent away, we hadn't discussed it as a real option, just as another fun fantasy to toy with. I still hadn't admitted to him how I was obsessing about it. He wouldn't do anything to hold me back, but he wouldn't be any protection against me fulfilling it either because he's always game for any adventure. That meant that openly admitting my inner struggling to him would actually bring me a step closer to having to make the choice myself. There was no hope of shifting responsibility to anyone else, this was going to have to be my decision, so my devil and angel would have to settle this between them, and my devil was definitely spicing up my masturbating as they battled.
I was still thinking all of this through in the bath and channeling my devil's titillating spices into what was promising to be an awesome climax when he surprised me. He'd been out at a business appointment, and I was so caught up in my fantasies that I hadn't even heard him arrive. I didn't know until afterwards that he had watched me for a while, even quietly removing his clothes and playing with himself right there next to me, and I was so wrapped up in the flames in my head that I hadn't noticed.
As I built towards my climax, my left hand was rubbing up and down my body and my right hand was dipping into my hole more and more urgently, alternating between trying to satisfy my desperate pussy and rubbing hard, urgent little circles on my bulging clit. Everywhere was hungry to be touched more and harder and two hands just weren’t enough. My breath was hard and shallow as every part of me joined the climb. I wished I had a dildo with me, anything to go inside me; I was desperate to be filled. In that moment Patrick lifted me, dripping wet out of the bath, turned me to face the wall, arms spread out to brace me, and entered me hard like the answer to my prayers. I needed him so urgently that I wasn’t even surprised he was there.
What he did to me then wasn't making love, it was primitive fucking and exactly what I needed. His hands were everywhere; he reached around and pinched my breasts, twisted my nipples, then anchored my hips hard as he pounded into me. Still I was desperate for more. I lowered a hand between my legs, craving release and rubbed, sometimes my clit and sometimes his cock, whatever I could reach. I was begging and groaning, needing more and still more! It couldn't have been longer than seconds before I burst, cumming and screaming in a way I don't often do, and finally moaning a string of 'fucks' and 'oh gods' as Patrick continued pinching my breasts and ramming himself into my pussy.
I was so deeply satisfied, I could have stopped there, but Patrick wasn't close to finished. My desperation had fuelled his urgency, and now he was as driven as I had been. He turned me around, sat me on the countertop and entered me again from the front. This time, he could devour my mouth and breasts as he rammed into me. His kisses were wet, hard and demanding, building my response in seconds. He wasn’t gentle on my breasts either, sucking them hard to the point of pain, which is my huge turn on, and then feverishly returned to my mouth again whilst his hands crushed me as tightly against him as was possible. He was everywhere all at once and immediately had me wild again.
I needed something for my mouth, I was already desperate to come again, so I latched onto to his shoulder and bit, trying to anchor myself, trying to fly, but also trying to stop it ever ending. I didn't even remember my nails on his back until I saw the marks afterwards. And still Patrick hammered into me. Again it didn't take long before my primed body exploded, and that's all Patrick needed. His eyes were glazed as he threw back his head in a primeval roar, spewing his hot cum inside me in jets that fuelled my shuddering orgasm further.
We collapsed together and our mood gentled. He cradled me to him and we both pressed kisses wherever we could reach, waiting for our breath and hearts to catch up. When our mouths eventually touched we drank one another, aware that we had just touched soul to soul.
"Fuck, love, what was that about?" he asked when words started returning. "I was going to watch you play with yourself, but you seemed so desperate for more that I just couldn’t leave you alone, and you practically attacked me with passion when I touched you. You were incredible. I love when you go primal but this was even more than that."
"I was having a fantasy ..."
"It must have been some fantasy!"
"It was. I've told you about it before."
"Which one?" We were comfortable sharing our fantasies and our fantasies were often similar, which helped, so we'd never felt any reservations discussing either what we'd like to do in our minds or in real life and this time, was no exception.
"The dark room."
"You mean where you enter a pitch dark room naked. It's full of people who're also naked and there's a lot of anonymous groping and fucking. Anything goes with anyone and you all leave as anonymously as you arrived?" He wouldn't have been Patrick if he wasn't tweaking my nipples again, and if his finger wasn't sliding into me, plugging his juices that were still leaking out, using them as lubrication to slip in a second and then a third finger. I wouldn't have been me if I hadn't spread my legs wider, welcoming him, eager for more. He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly finger-fucked me. I was so highly sensitised that the little shudders started within seconds, so my answer was disjointed but determined as I stared back into his mesmerising eyes, and between shuddering breaths answered him.
"Yes. But I don't want it to stay a fantasy. I want to do it. I want a pitch dark room full of men and women handpicked by you, but I never want to know who they are. It must be pitch, pitch dark, absolutely no visibility and no conversation at all, just the words and sounds of passion. Everyone must be willing to lose their inhibitions when they enter and must want to suck and fuck whomever they can."
"You and I will enter the room together holding hands and make our way blindly more or less to the centre. We'll know there are people there, but I won't have a clue of how many or who they are. Then you and I will start making out and move onto serious fucking right there in the middle of the room, with everyone listening to us. They'll hear the sounds of our bodies, the words we speak, everything. Soon they'll be touching us, joining in. In the beginning, we'll still feel what’s happening to each other through our bodies. You'll feel other men and women's hands on me, the damp places their tongues lick me, even the wet trails the men's cocks trace as they rub against me until we're mindless in a pitch dark storm of anonymous lust. Anonymous hands and mouths and tongues and cocks will be everywhere, touching everywhere. You can make whatever rule you want for the men, but I want cocks, lots of them," I insisted as if he had any intention of arguing with me.
"My love, then your wish is my command." Patrick was clearly as excited as I was at the images I'd painted because he pushed his cock deeply into me again as he said the words, mere minutes after his last considerable eruption. He hooked my legs around his back and walked me through the door to our bed, his cock rocking inside me, touching places it never had before as he walked. We remained there for hours afterwards alternating between loving, fucking, talking and playing as we planned our ultimate decadence.
I had mentioned the ad to Patrick when I'd seen it online and he found it exciting too. We'd discussed the thrill of it, but considering that it was advertising a club a continent away, we hadn't discussed it as a real option, just as another fun fantasy to toy with. I still hadn't admitted to him how I was obsessing about it. He wouldn't do anything to hold me back, but he wouldn't be any protection against me fulfilling it either because he's always game for any adventure. That meant that openly admitting my inner struggling to him would actually bring me a step closer to having to make the choice myself. There was no hope of shifting responsibility to anyone else, this was going to have to be my decision, so my devil and angel would have to settle this between them, and my devil was definitely spicing up my masturbating as they battled.
I was still thinking all of this through in the bath and channeling my devil's titillating spices into what was promising to be an awesome climax when he surprised me. He'd been out at a business appointment, and I was so caught up in my fantasies that I hadn't even heard him arrive. I didn't know until afterwards that he had watched me for a while, even quietly removing his clothes and playing with himself right there next to me, and I was so wrapped up in the flames in my head that I hadn't noticed.
As I built towards my climax, my left hand was rubbing up and down my body and my right hand was dipping into my hole more and more urgently, alternating between trying to satisfy my desperate pussy and rubbing hard, urgent little circles on my bulging clit. Everywhere was hungry to be touched more and harder and two hands just weren’t enough. My breath was hard and shallow as every part of me joined the climb. I wished I had a dildo with me, anything to go inside me; I was desperate to be filled. In that moment Patrick lifted me, dripping wet out of the bath, turned me to face the wall, arms spread out to brace me, and entered me hard like the answer to my prayers. I needed him so urgently that I wasn’t even surprised he was there.
What he did to me then wasn't making love, it was primitive fucking and exactly what I needed. His hands were everywhere; he reached around and pinched my breasts, twisted my nipples, then anchored my hips hard as he pounded into me. Still I was desperate for more. I lowered a hand between my legs, craving release and rubbed, sometimes my clit and sometimes his cock, whatever I could reach. I was begging and groaning, needing more and still more! It couldn't have been longer than seconds before I burst, cumming and screaming in a way I don't often do, and finally moaning a string of 'fucks' and 'oh gods' as Patrick continued pinching my breasts and ramming himself into my pussy.
I was so deeply satisfied, I could have stopped there, but Patrick wasn't close to finished. My desperation had fuelled his urgency, and now he was as driven as I had been. He turned me around, sat me on the countertop and entered me again from the front. This time, he could devour my mouth and breasts as he rammed into me. His kisses were wet, hard and demanding, building my response in seconds. He wasn’t gentle on my breasts either, sucking them hard to the point of pain, which is my huge turn on, and then feverishly returned to my mouth again whilst his hands crushed me as tightly against him as was possible. He was everywhere all at once and immediately had me wild again.
I needed something for my mouth, I was already desperate to come again, so I latched onto to his shoulder and bit, trying to anchor myself, trying to fly, but also trying to stop it ever ending. I didn't even remember my nails on his back until I saw the marks afterwards. And still Patrick hammered into me. Again it didn't take long before my primed body exploded, and that's all Patrick needed. His eyes were glazed as he threw back his head in a primeval roar, spewing his hot cum inside me in jets that fuelled my shuddering orgasm further.
We collapsed together and our mood gentled. He cradled me to him and we both pressed kisses wherever we could reach, waiting for our breath and hearts to catch up. When our mouths eventually touched we drank one another, aware that we had just touched soul to soul.
"Fuck, love, what was that about?" he asked when words started returning. "I was going to watch you play with yourself, but you seemed so desperate for more that I just couldn’t leave you alone, and you practically attacked me with passion when I touched you. You were incredible. I love when you go primal but this was even more than that."
"I was having a fantasy ..."
"It must have been some fantasy!"
"It was. I've told you about it before."
"Which one?" We were comfortable sharing our fantasies and our fantasies were often similar, which helped, so we'd never felt any reservations discussing either what we'd like to do in our minds or in real life and this time, was no exception.
"The dark room."
"You mean where you enter a pitch dark room naked. It's full of people who're also naked and there's a lot of anonymous groping and fucking. Anything goes with anyone and you all leave as anonymously as you arrived?" He wouldn't have been Patrick if he wasn't tweaking my nipples again, and if his finger wasn't sliding into me, plugging his juices that were still leaking out, using them as lubrication to slip in a second and then a third finger. I wouldn't have been me if I hadn't spread my legs wider, welcoming him, eager for more. He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly finger-fucked me. I was so highly sensitised that the little shudders started within seconds, so my answer was disjointed but determined as I stared back into his mesmerising eyes, and between shuddering breaths answered him.
"Yes. But I don't want it to stay a fantasy. I want to do it. I want a pitch dark room full of men and women handpicked by you, but I never want to know who they are. It must be pitch, pitch dark, absolutely no visibility and no conversation at all, just the words and sounds of passion. Everyone must be willing to lose their inhibitions when they enter and must want to suck and fuck whomever they can."
"You and I will enter the room together holding hands and make our way blindly more or less to the centre. We'll know there are people there, but I won't have a clue of how many or who they are. Then you and I will start making out and move onto serious fucking right there in the middle of the room, with everyone listening to us. They'll hear the sounds of our bodies, the words we speak, everything. Soon they'll be touching us, joining in. In the beginning, we'll still feel what’s happening to each other through our bodies. You'll feel other men and women's hands on me, the damp places their tongues lick me, even the wet trails the men's cocks trace as they rub against me until we're mindless in a pitch dark storm of anonymous lust. Anonymous hands and mouths and tongues and cocks will be everywhere, touching everywhere. You can make whatever rule you want for the men, but I want cocks, lots of them," I insisted as if he had any intention of arguing with me.
"My love, then your wish is my command." Patrick was clearly as excited as I was at the images I'd painted because he pushed his cock deeply into me again as he said the words, mere minutes after his last considerable eruption. He hooked my legs around his back and walked me through the door to our bed, his cock rocking inside me, touching places it never had before as he walked. We remained there for hours afterwards alternating between loving, fucking, talking and playing as we planned our ultimate decadence.
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