I am in love with madness
She dyes her hair red, she thinks it helps her to stand out. Her eyes are stunningly blue, the cold steely piercing kind of blue that haunts you in your sleep. Her skin is pale and always soft as silk, the warmth invites your lips to dance along her flesh well into morning. Her scent is something like what I imagine the garden of Eden to have smelt like, earthy, strong, erotic and natural. Her lips are plump and entrancing, my eyes often wander to them without thought.
I find her every night, waiting for me in our bedroom. She usually leaves the lights on. She lays atop the sheets, her body bare and fresh and it somehow always seems to be that I walk in to find her in the middle of pleasuring herself. Sometimes I stand and watch. My hand wandering to my growing erection, rubbing my crotch through denim. Sometimes I stand over her, my pants around my ankles, my erection hovering over her, I watch her eyes as she devours me with her thoughts. Sometimes I lay down beneath her and assist her lovely hands with my mouth.
And yet still other times I punish her for her insolent behavior.
I demand her answer me as to why she disrespects me by touching what is mine without permission.
I make her get down on the floor on her hands and knees
and I slap her ass sternly
time and time again
The palm of my hand meeting the meaty flesh of her ass swiftly and strongly.
I punish her until I feel she has learned her lesson and then I force her to beg for release.
Most of the time I allow her to orgasm around my cock
but when I am feeling rather perturbed
I tie her hands behind her back and finish myself off
and leave her covered from head to toe in my cum
And then I go out for a drink.
