Lana felt the desire to be handled by a strong, virile man like an ache. It kept her awake at nights. The need for that sort of physical presence would come over her as a desperate longing. She wanted to feel strong hands around her throat making her gasp for air. She wanted to feel his hands all over her body - tweaking her nipples, grabbing her ass, feeling the wetness emanating not just between her legs but from the centre of her being.
More than anything else, Lana wanted to be handled roughly. She wanted no say in the matter. She hoped that she would not need to express that which would come easily to her lips - that he could do with her, whatever he wanted. She hoped he was the kind of man that did not need to ask such a question.
Lana wanted to be fucked - to be vigorously fucked. She wanted to feel like putty. She wanted to feel like a piece of meat, so pliable and compliant that he could throw her into any position he chose and fuck her at will. She wanted him to pound into her so hard that at the end her whole body would shake in shock.
It was Lana's hope that this brute of a man would desire her in all her holes - perhaps not all at once, but throughout the day and night. She wanted to worship his manhood on her knees with his cum dripping down her throat but even more than that, her fervent hope was that he would turn her over to lie on her stomach with a bolster under her hips and ease his way into her ass. She could almost feel the bliss of sinking into that surrendered state just thinking about it; the sense of having been taken; of being owned, if only for that night.
Lana knew in her heart that she would never allow just any man to have his way with her; that he would need to be worthy and she would need to feel his presence as one soul talking to another soul. She feared looking into his eyes and seeing nothing there but temporary and transient lust. She would need to feel a connection. Yet, she could not deny that at this moment alone in her bed, in the dead of the night, her need for the brute superseded all rational thought. The desire to be fucked long and hard was that urgent.
I look forward to the next part of this story. I hope there is one.
ReplyDeleteWilliam: I am not really sure. You see, I had a restless night and got up to kill some time and Lana popped into my head. I once read a blog and the girl had a man who came to deal with her, more of a disciplinarian really than the man Lana is thinking about right now. I must have let my interest in her disciplinarian show when talking to the mentor once and he referred to the girl's man as "the brute". The thought must have lingered in my brain, as thoughts tend to do in there and out popped this little vignette.
ReplyDeleteBut, I do like Lana as a character - a single girl, a girl who knows what she wants. She is just waiting for the right man to show up to give her a great time. She's more than ready. She could be a fun character!
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ReplyDeleteI bet you wrote this straight off. It's very natural, fluid, unforced, and it seems to say everything. Something squirmingly sexy, too, reading it secretly at the office.
PL: Well, thank you! You are quite correct. It was written in no longer than 15 minutes and barely edited - not to mention that it was written in the wee small hours of the morning when thoughts just demand to go down onto the page in a rush.
ReplyDelete"feeling the wetness emanating not just between her legs but from the centre of her being."
ReplyDeleteThat's very good! You do have a way with words.
Serenity: Thank you. I do recall that line coming quite naturally and easily.
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