All Eyez On Me

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Johanna

I feel the beat before I hear it. The pulsing throb - hypnotic, calls me to it. Fire fills my lungs: her essence. Our eyes lock, and then, only silence and the sound of blood rushing to my cunt. The rhythm returns and I am consumed. She is all women. Cruel and tender. Powerless, I surrender. Soft hands and hard kisses on me, in me. Harder and harder till all senses collide and I am everything and nothing, except hers. Forever in this moment, hers.