It starts with a kiss so soft and sweet, gentle; a breeze on a warm summers day. Tentative then urgent, the beast begins to stir.
Eyes close, senses comes to life. Fingertips, awake from their slumber, sentient and aware.
Hands touch then move, caressing breasts and thighs.
Passion turns to need, they are overcome by desire and lust.
Electricity transfers from lips to feet.
Its mouth open wide it feeds, demanding the bodies merge into one.
Clothes are shed, limbs entangle, they writhe like animals in the forest.
It opens its arms inviting them in, wrapping them in its embrace. Down into the rabbit hole they venture, into wonderland where pleasure meets ecstasy, they cannot escape.
Moaning turns to screams, desire consuming them from within. The beast is starving, it must be fed.
Hearts beat in time, they struggle to catch their breath. They lay in a heap, exhausted and spent.
Satiated for the moment the beast allows them a rest. They will need it for soon it will wake, this demanding master of flesh.
It starts with a kiss so soft and sweet…
…a breeze on a warm summers day….
Confessions of the Girl Next Door 