Silver Rain

In bed with a lover asleep beside me, in my little bedsit. The window wide open, silver rain sweeping through the dark air of cool spring night. Calming, reassuring. Time passing in its lighter aspect, warm and evenly across memory and hopefulness. A sense of presence, like a flower blooming.

Pain at ease. If only there was something I could do about the sorrow. But never mind, this is almost respite. Calm silver rain. Calm silver rain. Through the fine dark air. Fine dark air. I can breathe. Feel my mind again steady in my vision. Rediscover the warmth of my nerves. I never felt so at peace. Like everything is okay.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t addicted to stealing other girls’ boyfriends. But I am, and I’m thrilled about it all. It’s such a kick when they surrender. Like this guy; it took months of finessing to break him. And he’s such a sweet, sweet guy, and so perfectly beautiful, there’s a poignant sense of innocence manipulated and defrauded which of course adds a greater piquancy to the theft. Makes me nut like fuck.

I like him a lot. He has a great tranquillity at this core. His cock gently blossoms in my clammy hand into its glorious fleshly firmness. Hot and rubbery. Such an incredibly beautiful penis, so enthralling in its erect nobility. Little wonder it feels so good in my hand, malleable and responsive, standing so desperately hard in testament to his desire for me. I take his firm erection into my mouth and softly and slowly suck his warm, excited flesh. I relish the exuberance of his appreciation for the pleasure I’m giving him. Me. That I’m giving him. Though he knows I shouldn’t be.

I stole him from his girlfriend in secret. Delivered him from his pompous self-righteousness. I watch him in my power, his face tortured with pleasure, a spectacle of resplendence, a feast for my soul. I really believe he could be mine now. If I wanted. But I’ll probably just deliver him back to his girlfriend when I’m done.

I’ll be making him cum again a lot more before that though. Over the next few weeks when I can steal him again. I’ll probably get him to tell me how much hotter I am than his girlfriend, and how stupid she is. I like that, getting them to belittle their girlfriend while they’re too aroused to resist my guidance. I might have him eat me out as well, serve my pleasure while I insult her and cum all over his face. And I’ll definitely have to have him on the phone to his girlfriend while I’m riding him.

I suck him slowly, and hot and sensually, and selfishly and maliciously, the silver rain sweeping through the dark, cool night outside, calming and reassuring.