vixens

 

 

 

It was a Friday night.

She lived for mystery and beauty - strange encounters thrilled her. He was intriguing. It was an unusual summer night. The air was thick – a layer of fog surrounded them. Bach’s tones were still playing in her head. It was drizzling – it felt wonderful in the hot air. The trees were towering over them, casting dark shadows on the moonlit ground.

 It felt magical to him. She was his unicorn – being alone with her was unfathomable.  It was a rare night. They didn’t need to communicate through words – fate had intervened. It felt almost like nature were speaking to them. The petrichor and their enigmatic feelings led them to explore.

She kissed him softly – and lust filled the air. Her lips against his felt so natural. They were tasting each other. She was Venus to him, inviting his lips to kiss her inner thighs, his tongue on her clit, his fingers inside of her. It felt heavenly. She was letting out sounds of pleasure – now wanting to give him the same feeling. She stroked him, kissed him lightly, letting him fill her mouth. It was almost as pleasurable for her as it was for him. She gave him all her passion. The touch of her mouth felt electric.

They were both ready for close. She wanted him now as much as he wanted her. This was the first time for both. They felt scared but most of all were they curious. They were compelled by each other.

He penetrated her – she felt a pleasurable pain. They were giving their most intimate to an unknown. They cherished this moment. The essence of it – the unknown – their unspoken connection came together into bliss. They had let nature take its turn and had never felt something so pure.

They left each other to fate.