She Waits
Another day of work has past. It was the same as yesterday and the day before that as was the day before that. The night has befallen. We find our lady reading herself once more for tomorrow. Our enchantress has had her evening shower. She uses it to cleanse her mind and to purify the soul. For the job done is taxing and wears heavily on the spirit. It is of no concern to her now for she bids to sleep; to sleep perchance to dream.
When our siren sleeps she dreams of him. She waits for him. He is her very reason to lay down at night. The apparition visits her often. He has fallen deeply in lust with the female. Hair flowing like chocolate kissed rivers, Lips as full as the moon, with a body to match, but it wasn't her appearance that beckons the incubus. It was the song spoken in prayer that calls him to her.
" As I lay me down to sleep
I pray you send me someone to keep
No more lonely nights in my bed
Please bring me the mystery man in my head"
Like a banshee's call he can not deny it. He won't deny it. Every night the same dream. He wakes her gently with his licentiousness melody. Each line indistinguishable from his tongue on her clitoris. She cums, not once but twice before she is even animated . She has finally awaken. Now she can see deep into his lust. His desire for her is strong. He will not falter from his quest to make her his once more.
She wants what is in his eyes. He wants between her thighs. Together they are complete. Though he is from one heavenly body and she from another. The intercourse between them is like a chemical reaction. Once set in motion it is unstoppable. In six hours alone his has her secretion more than forty times. The sex was excellent, but the lust is even more convalescent.
Exhausted she will sleep until the alarm signals the start of a new day. She wakes to find herself covered in what she believes is her own pussy juice. Left soaking in what she thinks is the remnant of her wet dream. With a smile on her face she gets up ready to face the next day anew. Until tomorrow night, she waits.
When our siren sleeps she dreams of him. She waits for him. He is her very reason to lay down at night. The apparition visits her often. He has fallen deeply in lust with the female. Hair flowing like chocolate kissed rivers, Lips as full as the moon, with a body to match, but it wasn't her appearance that beckons the incubus. It was the song spoken in prayer that calls him to her.
" As I lay me down to sleep
I pray you send me someone to keep
No more lonely nights in my bed
Please bring me the mystery man in my head"
Like a banshee's call he can not deny it. He won't deny it. Every night the same dream. He wakes her gently with his licentiousness melody. Each line indistinguishable from his tongue on her clitoris. She cums, not once but twice before she is even animated . She has finally awaken. Now she can see deep into his lust. His desire for her is strong. He will not falter from his quest to make her his once more.
She wants what is in his eyes. He wants between her thighs. Together they are complete. Though he is from one heavenly body and she from another. The intercourse between them is like a chemical reaction. Once set in motion it is unstoppable. In six hours alone his has her secretion more than forty times. The sex was excellent, but the lust is even more convalescent.
Exhausted she will sleep until the alarm signals the start of a new day. She wakes to find herself covered in what she believes is her own pussy juice. Left soaking in what she thinks is the remnant of her wet dream. With a smile on her face she gets up ready to face the next day anew. Until tomorrow night, she waits.
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