January 24, 2009 § 4 Comments
She doesn’t know that he watches.
When her toes are pointed and her thighs are dressed in glitter and lace.
The soft cascade of tumbling lights embracing her body.
Like the hands of a thousand needy lovers.
She teases and twirls.
Becoming the obsession.
In a million coated silver diamonds.
He needs her.
He wants it all.
His hands trailing down to his trousers.
His need exploding like caged thunder.
His eyes running the lengths of her tiny frame.
The music pushing.
He can’t hold back.
His hands circling his now hard cock.
His fist tightening.
The only sound from his lips.
As he shatters into a billion pieces under her gaze.
Twisting into the air.
That only he knows.
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