The lights in the small apartment were off, and the only thing that shone through the darkness was the soft glow of the moonlight coming in through the window. The air was heavy and the atmosphere filled with a mysterious sexual tension. Henry sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes shining like diamonds in the dark. His muscular body was silhouetted against the night sky, and his huge cock shone like a beacon in the dark. I knew that if I wanted to find pleasure I’d have to surrender and go for it. It would be a dark and stormy night where we explored each other’s desires and let our bodies move and groan with carnal pleasure.
Table of Contents
- 1. How the Storm Broke the Heatwave – Henry’s Cock Only Drove it Home
- 2. Electricity in the Air – Sniffing it Out and Becoming the Predator
- 3. The Heavens Roaring – Letting His Big Fat Cock Speak
- 4. Exhilaration & Liberation – The Power of Henry’s Cock Unleashed
- To Conclude
1. How the Storm Broke the Heatwave – Henry’s Cock Only Drove it Home
The Moment He Walked In:
Henry’s presence filled the room with a palpable tension. His tall frame loomed large and imposing, and when he met my eyes I felt my entire body flush. His hands were big and strong, barely contained in leather gloves, and I watched raptly as they hovered dangerously close to the buckle of his belt.
He moved slowly and methodically, his hips with a purposeful sway, and when he was directly in front of me I allowed one of his hands to drop and ghost over my skin, tentatively exploring every inch. A flush spread across my body as he took me in and I felt a forbidden thrill rush through me as he tugged on my hair.
The storm raging outside suddenly seemed closer, and each raindrop that hit the window was an omen of pleasure and release. His lips, so soft yet so demanding, kissed me lightly before his fierce gaze reminded me of the intensity of the night. His big cock pulsed in my hand, and each thrust against my tongue brought me closer to fixing a heatwave that had been raging for years.
The storm and Henry’s cock drove it home.
2. Electricity in the Air – Sniffing it Out and Becoming the Predator
My feet crunched along the darkened alley. It was almost midnight and the humid night air clung to me like a desperate lover. My nostrils twitched at the unfamiliar scent, something sharp and masculine that my slender body was drawn towards. I stepped a little quicker, my heart racing in anticipation. And then I saw him – standing in a pool of light, head raised and eyes closed – Henry, the man of my dreams.
Henry was like something out of a fantasy, all bold curves and smoldering glances. His physique was strong and powerful, radiating a fierce masculinity that drove me wild. But it was what lay beneath all that that truly captured me. I wanted to taste him, to run my tongue along and take in all the sweet, sticky pleasures he had to offer.
So I approached him, shifting closer until our skin felt like it was aflame. I leaned in and didn’t even hesitate, my lips parting to take in the taste of him. There was nothing hesitant or hesitant about my actions – I was the one in control, desperately hungry for the hunt and determined to make Henry mine.
The combination of our tongues and the electricity in the air was enough to drive me mad with desire. I felt his cock against my leg, hard and ready to be taken, and I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to savor every sensation, exploring the heat of his mouth and all that it promised. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing my body against his as I reached around and grasped his throbbing shaft.
My mouth ran hungrily down his neck, searching for the salty sweat that would drive me wild. I licked hungrily at the bulging head of his cock, my tongue working circles around it, until it twitched and jumped in my mouth. I took as much as I could, my tongue probing and coaxing out drop by salty drop of hot, sticky pleasure. With each stroke I gave I felt as though I was going to explode. There was no denying it, this was the savage pleasure I had been seeking.
As I continued to paddle his shaft, his hips started to buck and his breath quickened. He moaned out loud – a sound so primal it made my entire body shiver with pleasure. I could feel the pressure building and I moved faster, stroking and sucking with wild abandon.
Finally, I felt his body tense and he came hard, his cum shooting down my throat. I drank it in, savoring the taste and warmth that filled my mouth. With each spurt I felt a thrill and a primal satisfaction that only comes from the hunt. Finally, I had found Henry– my prey, which had yielded the sweetest of pleasures. Now, with the electricity of the night still tingling in the air, I had become the predator.
3. The Heavens Roaring – Letting His Big Fat Cock Speak
My heart was pounding with anticipation, I could feel it in my throat. Henry was standing before me, the hard curves of his well-defined body casting a long shadow in the dimly lit room. His striking good looks perfectly framed by the vestiges of night. I swallowed hard as he stepped closer, one hand reaching out to caress my cheek, his fingers stroking my skin like a delicate storm of passion.
The gods seemed to build to a crescendo as he leaned in, his firm lips taking ownership of my own…. my eyes slowly fluttering closed, forgetting all else in that one moment. His touch became more aggressive, transitioning to his hands running down my bare chest, tugging off clothing until there was nothing but the smoothness of his body pressed against my own.
The heavens seemed to roar as his big fat cock spoke volumes to my own senses. My bare hands tightly gripping it as I parted my lips and engulfed it in my warm wet mouth. His groans escalating as my eager tongue licked and teased it mercilessly, my hands running greedily up and down its length. With each passionate drag of my supple lips, I felt the walls of my throat pulsating as my tongue stumbled and nuzzled its way to the very base of his shaft. His hands tangled into my hair as my mouth worked its magic, my body trembling in ecstasy as I tasted the salty tang of his raging cock.
4. Exhilaration & Liberation – The Power of Henry’s Cock Unleashed
I slipped away from the hustle and bustle of downtown, my footfalls echoing off the walls as I make my way through the dark and stormy night. My destination, Henry’s, the roughest establishment within the city limits. My heart beating wildly in my chest, my throat dry, I push open the heavy metal door, aware that once I passed through it, there was no turning back.
My eyes immediately lock onto his. My heart thumping, I could feel both the excitement and apprehension of the situation. He glanced my way and I could feel the energy between us that, for just this one night, would lay us both on a path of discovery and pleasure. Time quickly shifted to slow motion as I felt the intoxicating essence of his power, his strength, his desire and his affect on me. I had before me a man who did not care who I was or my name. This, I knew, would only be about us in this moment connecting our bodies and minds as one. He stepped closer and I could feel his heat. He pushed me gently backward and pinned me against a wall, his mouth searching my neck, his tongue tasting the salt sweat that trickled down my tongue until he found my lips and forced his way inside in a heated kiss. Swept away in the moment, I felt his hand reach down and tug my belt free, immediately releasing his raging cock from his trousers and pushing it between my legs. With ease, I pushed my trousers to the ground and summoned my strength as he thrust in deeply with his first stroke, my body trembling with desire, sighing out as ecstasy and pleasure coursed through my veins like never before.
More passionate strokes drove my pleasure deeper within me each time, and I was lost in the depths of his passion. I wanted more, and I knew I would get it. Henry knew exactly what I wanted and he was relentless in his attention to me. His skilled thrusts felt like a liberation as I clung tightly to him, and his big cock felt as though it was pushing me into another world. His tight grip around my ass and ever future strokes gaining in intensity as our passion climaxed. As I laid on the floor, exhausted and spent, I knew that I would never forget the power of Henry’s cock unleashed that night.
To Conclude
Heaven help me, but it was an experience I will never forget. I can still feel Henry’s big cock slip and slide through my hands and lips with a passionate and profound intensity. I can still taste his salty fluids as they trickled down my throat, and I still feel the heat of desire when I think of his musky scent. As I walked away that night, I looked up and saw the stars, shining down out of the dark and stormy sky – and it felt like a personal blessing.