The Beautiful Kind

Another guest post. This one is courtesy of The Wild Woman…

He crawls on top of me while I sleep on my side, my husband, his cock grinding against my hip, grunting. My eyes remain closed. Images of you, the stranger, flood my mind. He becomes irritated at my lack of response and grinds harder, pinning me under his weight. I imagine you taking my hair in your hand, pulling my head back, growling your desire into my ear.

This man, the husband, a stranger.

But you, the stranger, are my husband this morning.

He pushes off of me, rolls me onto my stomach, straddles my backside, and pulls my panties down just below my ass. He licks his fingers, then touches his cock. He’s wrong to think his saliva is needed to slide inside of me. He doesn’t realize that you have been waking The Wild Woman. He doesn’t know her, understand her, nor does he know how to engage her. When she is awake, her cave is wet.

As he thrusts into me, she rips at his cock, tearing his flesh, and he comes immediately. His first introduction to her stuns him. He pulls his limpness from her opening and rolls off, chest heaving.

My face in my pillow, bare ass, lathering pussy, craving you. The Wild Woman screams your name in triumph over the stranger.