Randi's Inferno

Good for the rum.

I would estimate the opening stanza of orgasms to approximate seven. How the hell *did* you come up onto your stomach? When you're laying on your back, that seems nearly impossible. Of course, you also came up my arm. That should have prepared me.

For quite some time now, you've been my dedicated tart. Over the years, you have grown as a Woman, Mother, Wife, and all-around Hot Wench.

Your inhibitions are in tatters. Only the barest shreds remain here and there - perhaps just one thin corner, barely intact, leaving the rest to flap wildly in even the gentlest of breezes. . .

Sever that last corner.

You see, my desire is twofold. First off, the higher your pleasure, the higher my pleasure. I've spoken of this before. When you assumed the position last night, I had a subtle sense that you were even more hungry than usual. A hunger to be taken. A hunger to be fucked. A hunger to be possessed by me and my cock.

I was wrong.

When you bent over the side of the bed, your position was ever so slightly different than ever before. Your pussy was calling me. There have been many, many times that I have been focused on that beautiful pleasure dispenser between your legs. But this time, it wasn't the same. Even though I was in the driver's seat, somehow, some way, your pussy was doing the fucking. It was reaching for me. Pulling me in. Keeping me in. It isn't possible, but it was like your pussy was reaching out from you and collecting my cock, my arousal, my consciousness. Your cunt consumed me last night. I know, because, you see, I was there. When your come squirted out during fucking, it didn't squirt onto me. I swear it squirted around me.

I was wrong, I realized. This time, you did not want to be possessed by me.

It was like I was being inhaled into your pleasure. Osmosing into your vagina, physically, mentally, spiritually. I have never in my life been sexually consumed like that. You were, quite simply, a pleasure predator last night.

This time, you possessed me.

But the main reason I want you to let go is for you. While you were in the throes last night, it was obvious. You were all about your pleasure. More than ever before. I wasn't in charge. Hell, you weren't even in charge. Randi's thirst for an intense, searing, sexual inferno was in charge.

Give in to the Pink side, Randi. I'll do my damnedest to keep up.