Perpetual Passion, Part I (The Date)
September 1, 2016 § 2 Comments
He was everything men want to be.
Tall, handsome, strong jaw line, thick beard. His piercing blue eyes peered from above his high cheek bones like two drops of some far off sea, searching the open waters for his next victim. He was a physical specimen. Standing at over six feet, his slender frame carelessly cut through the crowd, turning female heads as he went.
She was a latina princess. Flowing brown hair that skirted her shoulders as she walked. She was a small woman, but carried an air of assertiveness and confidence that was unmatched. She knew what she wanted, and she would have it. Her body was not made for boys. Thick, brown legs and an ass that would scare a lesser man. She was the sort of women that men were drawn to.
As he walked to the bar to meet her, he heard a voice calling his name.
“God damn.” he thought as he looked at the sexy little thing approaching him. Towering over her, he put his arms out for a hug. He held the door open for her as they entered the bar, being sure to get a good look at the fat ass he was already looking forward to fucking later that evening.
As they sat down to talk over beer, they stared into each others eyes. The conversations they had were meaningful, but the real dialogue was between their eyes. As she stared into his blue eyes, she immediately felt herself wanting him. She wanted to see the rest of his body. She wanted to see what it was like to look into those blue eyes while he thrusted on top of her.
As she spoke, he tried to focus on her words. But he was impulsively attracted to her facial features. Her big brown eyes yelled at him. As she spoke her hair moved and exposed her bare neck. All that he could think of was walking up from behind her and running his tongue against her smooth skin. As he sat listening, his cock was already hard. He couldn’t wait to get her back to his place. He was ready to pounce right then and there in the bar.
As the night wore on, he could barely contain himself. They went to the next bar, and all that he could picture was throwing her on the bartop, ripping of her clothes, and fucking her wet little pussy. Thrusting deep, until he hit her cervix and she lets out a helpless scream. He wanted to dominate her. To own her. To fuck her until she knew he was what she had been waiting for.