Pound Cake Bandit

He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss goodnight.

Unbeknown to him, she is awake. Thoughts scrambling in her head. A tear falls onto her pillow as she swallows a silent cry. She eventually turns her head to catch his attention. Already in deep slumber. He doesn’t notice another quiet sob

In the dark of night, her dreams betray her. A man haunts her. A dangerous man. He poses a danger to herself. He makes her feel things that she has since long forgotten. All feelings of guilt are buried deep down during this tormented sleep. She is fighting it, that irresistible pull over to the dark side.

The man approached, towering over her. She can feel his breath on her face. His eyes were so mesmerizing. He can tell she is unsettled and nervous. Her eyes keep darting all over him. Zeroing in on his print through his grey sweatpants. You could hear the thud of her heart. Damn he was growing right in front of her eyes! He was the definition of chocolate goodness. She felt like she was drowning in his presence. Too much man! Could he tell that her nipples had gotten perky in  her robe? By his roving eyes, she could tell he knew. He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek. All the while pulling her in for what she knew would be a heart-warming kiss.

She was wrong. His kiss was heart-stopping. She felt electricity course through her. If he was not holding her in so tight, she thought she would have melted to the ground. All rational thinking was banished from her head when his rough hands started fondling and caressing her breasts. He was growling. Loud. So animalistic. What was happening? And why wasn’t she putting a stop to it? He dropped his head to reach the buds of her nipples. And he started licking, sucking the life out of her already limp body. She could feel it coming…

With his head still fixed on her breasts, his hands travelled down south to seek that nectar. He could definitely smell her juices. She was ready. She did not realize what he was doing as she was too caught up trying to reach down to cup him. He must have been using so much restraint not to have lifted and just taken her while standing.

She jerked when she felt his finger playing with her essence. He was now whispering the filthiest and nastiest things to her. Her legs were shaking and she was holding back a scream. He withdrew his finger only long enough to lick her juices. He replaced his finger with her mouth. His kisses were addictive. She could get used to this. She felt him insert a second finger . Trigger. She felt akin to a dam bursting and she let out a whooping scream…

She woke up drenched in sweat. She could hear her husband running his shower. It was already morning. Back to reality…

If only he ate her out…

Fellas, change the game. Treat her right. Eat her out! All the way out. Don’t hush me goddammit! Captain Save-A-Coochie.






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