Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Night Chauffeur

I am the one who watches you in rear vision mirrors. I am the voyeur. I am paid to watch.

Slowly through the night you slide up and down your seat, your sex wild for sultry male strangers to be your mobile bedfellows, women too; for their soft flesh.

Men see your sex and rush to enter, success delayed by your teasing ways.

Around with your tongue, the round curves of a curvaceous sex kitten meowing out loud.


Arouse but do not reveal your shroud until their tongue surround your sex and you cry out loud.

Panting!...
Screaming!...
Wanting!...
Craving!...

Can't stop. The car refuelled. The pace quickens. One...Two...Three...Four. Welcome another through the door. Five...Six...Seven...Eight. Until it's light, it's never too late.

You are like a wolf. The wolf and the sex kitten.

Pump!...
Thrust!...
Crave!...
Lust!...

Slowly you begin to move your hips in a smooth rocking movement, caressing his hardness with your sex, all silky and wet.


You slither up and down, slowly at first and then faster...faster...again...again. Rising up almost pulling yourself off of him before plunging down on him, trapping him deep within you. Riding him wildly, matching each thrust to the motion of the bumps caused by the road.

Your hunger peaks and a scream tears from your throat.

Gently the passion seeps away and you lay entwined together; but not for long.

You smile up at him, gently touching his face with a cool, elegant hand. You reach up and give him a moist, lingering kiss before we drive off once again. Leaving only his scent and the memories of a passionate encounter upon the upholstery.

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