I lay in my bed looking up at the darkened atmosphere,
Plain white canvas on compound walls with traces of yellow for a less confined feel,
It flowed clear thought to mind,
Thought of color, red color, or rather someone of red color…
Someone whose white canvas skin that holds that shade of red on top,
With eyes rimmed dark as night and voice just as cold.
A strange sensation moves through my body…
Fingers unrealized as my own slip through my entrance
My juices dripping from digits, like dew on forest leaf,
I soon found that i sang the tune of young lovers passion,
The soft skin of my body saturated sizably with bead sized droplets,
My hair matting as my body moved like a wild animal in heated rut.
I felt my climax hit as the spot was struck,
Countless times my finger longed to touch the spot,
And I showed myself no mercy letting my mind go into a haze
Eyes sinking back in a lustful yet helpless blur…
And though my walls were done contracting by now my moans still pierced the chilling air and the center of my ears with a shearing sting…
But god was it magnificent! I felt so divine!
I shivered and squirmed and my eyes closed so tightly it burned for release,
I envision his presumably thick cock pounding into me as he looked at me with those eyes… Those wild livid eyes…
My voice grew weak….
Till finally i lay still, unable to twitch a simple finger…
I focus on the calming of my pounding heart and lower the quickness of my breath,
I feel sharp pinches in the base of my throat as that rattled my bones,
Like I had swallowed a mouthful of broken glass with every inhale…
Then it appeared in my mind again, his image…
The center of all my cries of pleasure and bliss…
His silent command made me feel so wanted, so unique, and yet so dirty,
Even now I feel myself coming back to the sexual want I always had,
He always did this to me….always…I wish he was here…
But before I could even come back to my senses I found myself in position yet again,
My body fully aroused once more,
Till I heard a bang and gazed from the bed,
It was the door, but this late at night? I knew no one that would ever visit,
Its 11pm…raining…pitch dark…but i'm not afraid.. what was there to be of?
As the bangs grew louder I forced myself up and rushed to get dressed,
God I wish he was here…
But as I look through the peep-hole the sight of nothing catches my eye,
I suddenly trip as I start to head back, and was left nonplussed at how sand suddenly got caught on my heels.
Twas impossible at Konaha, especially in winter fall weather. Everything place in town was a pig's fantasized mud pit.
I heard a light creek in the floor behind me and quickly turned,
Feeling strong wet arms grip me I gape in realization of being pinned to the floor,
Unstable eyes breaking deep within my psyche.
I no longer wish he was here…
