I have this fantasy...if you will. A vivid image that has, on more then one occasion, invaded my brain in the most inconvenient of times; at work, in the pharmacy drive through, at the dmv waiting in line.
It always startes the same. A dark room lined in deep purple satin; like a plum waiting to be plucked from the tree. Drapes and tapestries depicting erotic sights between men and women. This room was dimly lit by old gas lanterns.
The shadows flickering about like dancing fey; if I got to close I might be swept away to their realm where I would be drowned in sinful spirits to make me forget who I was.
The floor was a cool hardwood with a dark sheen to it. Almost like oil mixed with blood. As I circle this room of luxury, the door to the right wiggles. This door black and heavy. You can tell it is solid wood, firm and unyielding.
As the handle turns, brass and worn; creaking with effort from the grip that holds it. Who will be on the other side?
I froze..like a rabbit in the sight of a wolf lost in his carnal gaze; falling into the ocean as the bubbles swirl around me.
As he rushes into the room, this unknown man, his face always blurry, his body hard and lean. The ivory sheen on his skin warns me that he was in a dark state of mind and I was to react in kind.
Then I realized, he was not alone, three other men come in flanking the first, one lean and cut and the other a larger frame with a beard and one large and silent in the back. The musk from these very dominant men swirling around me like a spell constricting my throat making it hard to breathe, yet I must inhale their scent more.
I feel my lust take hold my eyes become glassy, my sight unfocused. I feel the first man's hands on me, rough and calloused. The trail of heat his fingers leave behind cause gooseflesh to rise on their wake.
I felt as though I was going to climax there and then but I felt another set of hands on me. On my back pulling the straps of my lingerie down my left shoulder, my right.
As the silk slides down my body, the third joins this menagerie of flesh. So many hands, every inch of my flesh is burning. This heat almost to much to bare.
The fourth sits back and grins an evil smirk. A promise of pain and pleasure to come, clad in all black he cracks his nuckles an echo throughout the room like a roar.
"Please," I beg, not caring at all what I would seem like in thoes moments. Here in this room with these strangers. The goddess is working tonight, for I can feel myself desperately need to be filled. That is the only thing that would quell this fire.
Vividly I can see and feel;
every touch,
every hand,
every finger,
every whip,
As our bodies move together in a sensual rhythm, intoxicatingly numbing my mind. I am not a person anymore. I am an empty vessel that needs to be filled. I am an animal in heat, I am a spirit of lust incarnate.
Everytime I have this thought, when most inconvenient, I have to calm my heart rate. If man could scent me as an animal all male eyes would be on me in an instant.
I have what you call a breeding kink you see. It's not outrageous or insane, but it is one thing for sure. It will not be quelled without being filled and given a new life inside me. I need this you see for I have a breeding kink.
-Pandaish
