My Siren of Lust

My Siren of Lust

I had seen her picture on one of those popular profile sites. I had to leave a comment. By the grace of someone watching over me, this lady had responded to me. As a result of a well-written verse left on her guestbook, I was able to capture 10 seconds of her attention. I showered her with my simple words and it was enough to win her email. We were pen pals and I believed that we were making a connection. I tried not to pressure her. My motive was never to make her uncomfortable with me. She was my tainted flower. A lifetime of mishaps had made her so beautiful as well as fragile. Slow and steady was my game plan. Her trust was what I wanted to earn. Once she felt comfortable with me, she shared with me her screen name for instant messenger. I was one step closer to her. Having her on my buddy list lets me fantasize about her in real-time and more frequently. I watched her avatar as I read her messages. I pictured her lips moving as I processed each word that was being read. I also pictured other images that would perverse her sensual innocence.

Finally, I got her number. I felt triumphant. She was going to stimulate another one of my senses. Visually, I was her slave. Now I would be able to hear her commanding me to do her bidding. We conversed on the phone a couple of times. Her voice was captivating. She didn’t know it, but her voice bonded me to her. I had no desire for any other woman. There was something about her voice, her laughter, and her words that had placed me in a conscience trance. I desired for her to be captivated by me as well. I believed that I was giving her the right vibe, but wondered what she thought of me. She knew I was interested in her. However, she didn’t take action with the wealth of knowledge she had about me. I don’t like making assumptions, but I believed had made an impression on her since she liked me enough to ask me out for my birthday. It was s sweet gesture made by almost a perfect stranger.

The day came when I would be face to face with what I had longed for and desired. The fire of passion was burning deep within me. I saw her from afar and no pictures did this girl any justice. As I got closer to her, I was astonished by her. There was a different level of beauty that I had never experienced before. There was innocence with a hint of perversion. This perversion radiated by the way she looked at me, the way she walked away from me, and the way she lightly touched me as we conversed. Her eyes were definitely the gateway to her soul and they kept telling me to find the key to open her up even more. My mind started playing tricks on me. I would have hot flashes as she spoke to me. My eyes just stared at her as I started picturing a heavy make-out scene. Once I blinked, I returned to reality and was greeted by her warm smile. After spending some time with her, the date had to come to an end. I held her in a warm friendly hug. I got to make eye contact. Her lips pressed up against mine. I was able to smell her. It was a soft flowery scent that fits her perfectly. It was a perfect way to end the evening.

My encounter with her was my damnation. I was becoming obsessive about this girl. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted our bodies to get together. I was intoxicated by her personality. She was an evolved drug. I wanted to be overdosed by her. I was hoping that my charm would win her over and can indulge in her being. I wanted to know what it was like when she lay naked by my side during the night. I desired for her to wake up next to me. I wanted to see her bed hair and how she managed to become the lovely flower that I had become infatuated with. Somehow this vixen was killing me softly.

It was late one night. After having a titillating conversation with my addiction, I had gone to rest my eyes. I was naked lying in my bed. My dick was half hard just recollecting the sounds of her sweet voice. I was undecided if I would jerk off before going to bed. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I was wishing I could smell that sweet perfume again. My eyelids were getting heavy. However, I kept daydreaming. The time between each blink grew. I was suddenly awoken by the sound of a breeze. There was a draft in my room that entered through the doorway of my room. There it was, it was that flowery fragrance that caused me to take a deep breath. I thought I was going crazy. I sat up in my bed and looked around bewildered. I had to get a grip on this desire that was engulfing my sanity. This girl was going to be the death of me.

I then saw this silhouette at the doorway. It was my siren of lust. She was wearing a see-through white robe. As she approached me that white robe came off. Her hair looked soft. I saw her eyes. They looked different. They looked empty. However, that didn’t take away from the rest of her beauty. She was more glamorous than usual. Her make looked flawless. Her hands were manicured. Her skin radiated with that sensual perversion. She crawled onto my bed. She sat on her knees in between my legs. I looked at her and my mouth watered with desire. Her breasts were supple, full, and tender to the touch. Her nipple was aroused. I had to cup them. I twisted her nipples in between my fingers. She purred for me. I melted for her. My cock got hard immediately.

My succubus knew why she was there. She had desired me as well and couldn’t resist me. She wanted me. She wanted me inside of her. Her manicured hands touched my chest. The hairs on my body stood from the chills that grazed my body. Her face got closer to mine and we initiated a passionate kiss. My innocent mannerism quickly faded away as I took my succubus onto my hard penis. My fleshy sword pierced into her fleshy sheath. Her moan echoed in my room. I was putting all my energy into her. I was draining all my lust into her.

My hands were all over her body. They massaged her ass like dough. They pushed her down onto my cock. They then ran up and down her back. Once again they ran up to her shoulders. That is when I pushed down on her to get my cock deep into her. My hands then caressed her neck. My fingers ran through her hair. I collect a good amount of hair in my hand, and I lightly pull her hair. Her head bends back. My lips trace the contours of her neck with bites and kisses. I hear her moans. The noises that she makes make me want to push myself deeper into her.

Beads of sweat form on my forehead. I could feel her wetness on my pelvic bone. Her clit was swollen from desire. Her arms embraced me. I felt her nails run up and down my back. She ran her fingers through my hair as well. Her lips and tongue ran up and down the nape of my neck. Occasionally, she would nibble on my earlobes. Her sexual appetite was impeccable. With her closeness, I was able to smell her sex as I penetrated her. I was able to hear her sex left by the squishy noises we were making as collided with each other. I was able to look down between our chests and see myself penetrating into her. I enjoyed the way her tits were looking. I pried one of my hands off her bare back and fondled her aroused breast. I squeezed it in my hand as I placed the nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it. I pulled on it. My succubus moaned hymns of pleasure.

She continued to grind on cock. She took control of the sexual activities. I couldn’t help but whisper in her ear how good it felt. She purred into my ear. I begged her to fuck me. She continued to fuck me. Her moans got louder. Our fingers dug deep into each other skin. However, I felt 8 sharp claws like nails dig deep into my back starting from my lower back up to my shoulders. The stinging seized as the blood surfaced on the open wounds. Her kisses became more violent. At one moment, we were both breathing heavily. However, with her kisses, I felt out of breath. It was like she was sucking the life out of me.

This type of ecstasy was exhilarating. Her pussy was swollen from the deep thrusts. It felt like she had a sleeper hold on my dick. I felt weak but at the same time, I got more excited. The blood flowed into my cock. My cock began to pulsate. My warm come shot deep into her. It flooded down her walls and out of her pussy. My succubus held me in her embrace as she consumed the life from me. There were only seconds left in my life and I look into my lover’s eyes. Her eyes radiated with life and desire. The world around me grew cold and dark. I departed this life with the best feeling of satisfaction that any woman could have given me.