Creative Writing: Secrets (PG 18)

This is a repost of a Creative Writing Challenge I took part in during 2008.

I say, “I have a secret.” Immediately each one of you reading this post will think, “don’t we all?” As it is a secret, it is not meant to be told, so sorry to disappoint you, my lips are sealed, but, seeing as I really want to take part in the challenge, I found a picture on the ‘Net to inspire me.  The piece is partly fact, partly fiction…

(Image courtesy of: http://minuet.dance.ohio-state.edu/~gallo54/images/words/secrets/secret_keys.jpg

Locked away in the deep recesses of my mind, I have a secret. A lustful secret…

I’ve known you for what feels like forever, yet, I looked at you the other day and it was like I was seeing you for the first time. The need I felt for you at that specific moment was so carnal, so urgent, so totally uninhibited, that I could feel the dripping wetness between my legs.

I don’t know what came over me, but right then and there, I wanted to tear your shirt off ’til the buttons shot in different directions…

To kiss you with the passion that for so long I have unwittingly harboured for someone else. To taste your sensual lips. To feel your heat in my mouth. I wanted to lick each contour of your well-honed torso…to trace each crevice with my expeditional tongue.

When I got to your belt I would stop… Make you watch as I slowly peeled off my top to reveal my pert, hard nipples, lick my fingers and slowly tease them myself, before lowering them into your waiting mouth.

The mere thoughts of your strong masculine hands cupping my breasts in your hand, then taking them into your warm mouth was enough to turn the dripping wetness into a gush.

Once I had your belt undone, I would tie both your hands above your head, to the bed with it, leaving you with just enough leverage to watch how I would undo your well-fitting jeans, slowly peel them off with a glint in my eye, and do the same with mine. I would take a few stolen moments to entertain my secret desire to bring a third person into the mix, then proceed to teasing the pulsing bulge between your athletic thighs with my hungry tongue, before taking your full manhood into my mouth, pleasing to like that until you are on the brink of exploding. Then again, I would stop…

…slowly untie your arms and let you do to me exactly what I need you to do, what I want you to do, what I want you to want to. Even though you know me as a gentle soul, the passion you will have experienced since this encounter began will tell you that I don’t mind it rough. Then, just as I am about to come, I will take you inside me and an earth-shattering orgasm will unite us.

I know though that this will only remain a secret fantasy in my lustful mind, because you are a Man of the Cloth, married to someone I hold in high regard.