Dark Desire
26th Jan 2013, the 64th Republic day parade was on in the TV channel a rest day for everyone, but being in security field I was in office after finishing the national flag hoisting in a company at Podanur in Coimbatore. The office is empty except for me and my junior staff are in the field, cool afternoon stacked away from the hustle of the city in Goundapalayam I thought it was a perfect time to pen down a story which is purely an imagination and thus came out the below scribbling. Take a deep breath and get ready to cum as you read this glorious story of a single woman…. Well into her 40’s a successful business women in Coimbatore city. In her dreams Padma sees him, dark hair, a sly smile, and eyes so dark and shiny; it’s as if she is looking in a deep pool of water as the moonlight glistens on it. Padma’s body stirs as in her dream he consumes her with his lust. His hands grabbing her hair, jerking her head back to reveal her long slender neck, kissing and biting her flesh as he thrust deep inside her. Jerking awake, flush and wet from her dream, Padma feels her heart pounding, her body trembling with desire. Looking around the room, she realizes it’s just a dream. Her body relaxes as she lays back; breathing deeply, still feeling his muscular body upon hers. Sliding a hand down her sensitive body, moaning softly, Padma’s hand finds its way to her swollen clit. Arching her back, fingers gently stroke the hardened nub, eyes closing as she remembers his touch. Groaning, she increases the pressure on her clit, her body filling with desire and lust. Padma’s mind wanders back to the first time she had dreamt of him, how she had jerked awake only to find her hand buried deep in between her thighs, fingers driving in and out of her aching pussy, the need to cum had been overwhelming, controlling her body. Firm supple breast begging to be touched as her hand brushed against them. His face appears when she closes her eyes. Those deep blue eyes urging her on, wanting her to fulfill his desire, staring deep into her, seeing the wanton lust on her face. Now laying there with her hand buried deep inside her, his face comes to her once more, urging Padma on as her back arches deeper, juices flowing freely, covering her hand. Sensations run rampant over her body as bursts of pleasure increase, throwing her body into convulsions on her hand. Her pussy clenches tightly on her hand, milking it as if it was a hard cock raging inside her. Moans fill the air, her lips parted as if to cry out, hips rising and falling, slamming into her hand. Shuddering, her hand grasps a throbbing nipple, pinching, twisting, and pulling it away from her breast as the rhythm of her hand increases. Shallow ragged breaths escapes her, her body exploding, she cries she out, sweet hot release encircling her, shaking as her body drains on her hand. Hands falling to her sides, she lays thinking of a erect cock she was grouping in the dark to find the small time piece and it showed 1.20am then Padma again slipped into a deep slumber Arriving at work, Padma’s told there is someone waiting to see her in her office. Opening the door she sees a dark haired man with his back towards her. Hearing her come in, he rises and turns to see her face turn a ghostly white, a small cry escaping Padma’s lips. Sensing her shock, a smile crosses his face as he moves to take her hand. Standing mesmerized, unbelieving, her body trembles seeing the man in her dreams stand before her. Watching him close and lock the door, her heart pounds quickly in her chest, his arms slips around Padma’s waist, pulling her close, forcing her body against his. Her mind begins racing, had she really gotten out of bed and came to work, or was this just another dream? As if hearing her thoughts, the stranger leans down, covering her lips with his, kissing her tenderly, deeply, as his hand glides over her supple body. Releasing their kiss, he looks into her eyes, whispering “No my dear, this isn’t a dream, it’s very real. I’ve come to show you the passion of your dreams.” His kiss had left her breathless, but his words started her mind racing again, wondering where and how this man knew of her, how did he know of her dreams. Padma’s mind screaming no, her body gives into the need coursing through it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her hand twisting in his hair, pulling his lips back to hers’, parts his lips with her tongue, searching for more, tasting his desire. Feeling Padma respond, his hands begin caressing her smooth skin, over hard nipples, grasping her blouse and ripping it open. Unhooking her blouse off, letting it drop to the floor, he unhooks the lace bra Padma wears, releasing firm breasts into his cupped hand. Moaning softly, Padma gives in completely, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Tenderly his hand squeezes her breast, his thumb rubbing over the erect nipple. Grinding her hips against him, her back arches as she longs for more. A deep groan escapes her lips as her swollen clit rubs against the material of the lace panty she wears. She feels his mouth engulf the aching nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing, racking her body with excitement and desire. Nipping and teasing the hard nub, he feels Padma’s body shake uncontrollably, grasping at his body, nails digging into his skin through the material of his shirt. Sweeping Padma off her feet, he carries her to the desk, laying her down gently, her saree riding up to reveal a white lace panty as he slips between her thighs. Gripping the sides of her panty, jerking quickly, he rips it off her. Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his finger thrust inside her wet pussy, his thumb massaging her clit. Gently he pushes Padma back, laying her across the desk as his other hand squeezes and gropes her breast. Thrusting deeper, her juices coating his hand, he begins adding fingers, until all four are consumed by her.