A Dark Lady's Fantasy

I'm a cosmic slut, a witch, the dark lady of medieval times. Can you now not hear the moans of the numberless whores and sluts like me, groaning your name as they are possessed by their lovers? You are now part of the cosmic vagina through which we pleasure the world. I have drunk deeply your seed and quenched my thirst. I drank your wife's nectar as I wrapped myself around your throbbing penis; I was there with you, inside your wife, she had visions of untold lust during the act, and I was in her fantasies. Now as I cross the Atlantic waves, I gasp as the chill of the morning causes orgasmic tremors to move through my body. The touch of the crisp morning air is like your tongue moving wantonly between my breasts and down my stomach. My nipples harden as waves move over them. So aroused they tighten as the sun gently dries and encases them with the warm salty spray.

As the waves lap rhythmically onto my body and kiss my feet like soft silky lips bidding me adieu, I retreat to my secluded cave between earth and sky and once again read the arousing words of your seductive letters. The radiance of the sun as it dances off the icy white clouds reminds me of the happiness it brings when we are together, tied for eternity by a single red thread of lust. Memories resound of embraces shared on this , cuddling under the dazzling sapphire sky while the joy of countless couplings surrounds me here. As I lay on the furs of past lovers transformed into wild animals and slain for their infidelity, the sun moves behind a darkening cloud, the wind picks up and a tremor spreads up between my legs causing a shiver to race through my body as it cups my Venus mound before retreating. My eyes close as I gasp at the finger that kisses and gently moves away.

Was that you touching me? Enjoying each orgasm as it slaps harder and harder onto my moaning body, my eyes remain shut. Breathlessly I lie there as the wind begins to blow and lightning dances from cloud to cloud. The thunder seems to join with the rolling clouds as stronger waves of pleasure that are more insistent roll through my body causing my senses to rise to an even higher pitch. I moan as the climax hits between my legs and retreats just to return and hit again. The wind picks up causing my body to lurch against the cavern floor, the lightning strikes closer and faster with the continuous roar of thunder coming without delay, shaking the walls of my daemon woman cell. I groan and roll onto my stomach clasping my hands over my head, covering my ears trying to drown out the sounds of the squall. It is, as if, the storm has joined in our pleasure, and has connected to the unwelcome tension of our separation.

I stand and struggle against the howling winds and flowing sands outside my lair, to make my way to the safety of my female lovers. As I near their lairs I look back at the emptiness of my den and wring and twist the salty brine from my drenched body, then toss my head back squeezing the torrent of salt water from my hair. The thunder continues to howl its anger and turbulent tears tumble down my cheek as I join in its rage. I will visit you soon, for I am your slave a much as you mine.

My pussy is dripping and throbbing uncontrollably as I watch: Cum dripping down and soaking the pretty pink silk bow tied so perfectly around my lovely slut neck. Your cock hardening at the thought of using your whore, filling you with my cum. " Images of sensual lust flow from sentence to sentence, enchanting me, driving me to moan as I put myself into the scene you are creating for me. You are my Master and I your slut. No man has had such power over me before. We are lost in each others' passions and fires, consumed by the orgiastic world we are creating for abode of pleasure.

I and my witch whores shall visit your dreams; wanton beauties treating you to rousing sex shows, eating each other's cunts out with great relish, including you in our group, rubbing your body all over with exotic aphrodisiac oils, making your manhood lengthen and thicken to gigantic proportions as we spread our delicious cunt lips over it and slowly slide down your elephantine pole. Around you thousands of enormously breasted women moaning and groaning at the sight of your phallus, reaching out to touch it as cruel mistresses whip them back as your mast spouts jet after jet of milky fluid into the room, and I and my elected few take turns trying to suck more out of it. Your room is full of gorgeous, naked women. There are women taking an entire donkey's prick into their cunts. Others are moaning as their cunts are exposed to your lustful gaze; their engorged cunts luxuriously covered with the same shade of golden fleece that adorns the silken curtains and satins of your room.

Around you beautiful dark-haired witches laid on damask pillows are being plowed, exposed to show for your pleasure alone the slick pricks sliding in and out of the wet cunts. Continuous orgasms that seem to last for hours will be your reward and my fount of nourishment.