A Fate Sealed With a Sin

Through soft and yearning folds his fingers did slip; taut and toned, seasoned with untold age, spread with lustful yearning, hungry eyes feasted deep. Every peak and valley quivering fingers did caress, lost in carnal joy. Further and further, deeper and deeper did shivering hands press and hungry eyes feed, unsated, unabated, unfazed into its welcoming body. Moist and forbidden, enthralling and mesmerizing, its spread folds yearned for him, begged for him, clawed for his insatiable appetite.

Wispy weakly whispered words stoked his flame, pulling him ever closer, ever deeper. Over every detail, every mark, dimple, bump, and bruise, over every forbidden sight, fervent tongue and whet mouth worked. Fingers spread, groping, caressing every curve in deprived delight. Soft moans hung in the stale breeze, shuddering in the soft flickering candlelight. An ecstasy long forgotten, ached for on the loneliest nights, swelled within, burning, yearning, thirsting for release it grew with every throbbing heartbeat.

Muscles spasmed and vision blurred, stars erupted and darkness flooded. Wrought like iron, sweat dripped bodies clung tight. Liquid warmth washed upon and over trembling shores. Never could he go back, not now, after tasting these sweet waters, this euphoria, a divine drink poured from the gods themselves.

With coveting hands he gently slipped from her writhing folds, savoring her succulent taste, his fingers stroking her frayed and weathered ends. His lips wet with a sickly kindled flame of hot desire, he groped her cracked and ancient hide, her pages worn and stained with untold age. His eyes once more gazed bewitched upon her face of broken lines and faded ink. Soft and ghostly whispers fluttered in the musty, musky, dusty air, honey to his ears. Seeds sown from long since passed rooted deep and blossomed bright. His heart consumed and soul enticed, ravenous, voracious for voluptuous knowledge and lascivious words. With feet quiet and quick, a candle lit no more, and stars glittering in his eyes to bed he returned as if never gone.