She appeared to him in a blaze of heat and molten fire. He marveled in the beauty of her form. The way her skin seemed to change color in the light of the flames. He was amazed at the contours of her sex. The dripping wetness that shone like a flame between her thighs.
He had dreamed of her for years. He knew deep in his soul that she was his addiction. He needed to be with her. He needed to taste her. He needed her. He looked out at her with a desire that over took his being. He felt the swell below his belt. His sexual anguish was overtaking him.
She moved among the other men like breeze. Tempting them and bringing their sex to a pulsing throb. She laughed as she watched the turmoil she created among the men. She was in her time. She was the drug of choice to a room of men who wanted a fix. Only 2 would be chosen. 1 already had.
She approached him and knew him instantly. She had dreamed of him for years. She knew deep in her soul she was his addiction. She knew that he would give up all earthly things to be in her possession. She knew he was hers to have.
She took him in a blaze of heat and molten fire. She took him to be her’s.
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