The Secret Journey (29 page)

Say it honey. “Please, sir, fuck me
hard.”

“Please sir, fuck me deep.”

“Please sir, fuck me like a bad girl, like a
good girl, like a woman, like a slut. Please sir, take me, break
me, just make me yours.”

Yeah, you’re mine. You’re my everything,
honey, and I need to be inside you so much right now it hurts. I
long to consume you, ignite you, immolate you. I want to die
screaming in the fire of your passion, I want to have you surround
me, surround my cock with your cunt and wrap your long, lean legs
around my hips and your arms around my back and pull me into you,
just drown me in the whirlpool of your pussy. I want your full,
ripe tits in my hands as I drive my cock into you over and over and
over. I want you to take it for me honey, I want you to be there,
spread and wet and open and I want you to beg with your beautiful
lips for me to do it harder, do it faster, do it deeper.

Say it honey. “Harder, faster, deeper.”

Say it honey. “Take me, make me, fuck me,
fill me.”

See it in my eyes, honey, see the need there.
Look to the door, the door I could come in through any second. See
me there in your mind, see my desire in my eyes and the huge bulge
in my pants. Four quick strides to get to you, to push you down and
mount you, to tear my way through whatever is in my way and then,
oh yes, and then my rigid cock comes free, your ass coming up and
open and that first beautiful touch of cock and cunt, pushing into
your wetness, claiming your most intimate territory, while you gasp
and groan and push your hips back to open yourself more, to get it
deeper inside you. Feel your womb contract and throb at that
penetration, that violation, that consummation. Feel your nipples
swell and harden, feel your clit explode. And I care about none of
that, honey, because my whole world, my universe is your cunt.

Fuck yes, honey. Deep, deep inside. Feel your
hips start to move in response, feel yourself open up for me, feel
your clit get harder still. Yeah, you can rub it, honey. You can
stroke it, because I love the way you wiggle when you do. I love
the way you gasp and sigh and the way the pleasure zips through
your body. I love the way you get wet and wetter, sluttier,
dirtier. I love the way your voice drops, I love the way it tenses
up.

“Please, please fuck me.” Say it honey.

“Please, please fuck me hard and deep and
fast.”

And yes, honey, yes I will. My balls are
swelling, heavy laden with your special present, ready to be
injected right into your very center, right into your core.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Please, please come inside me, right inside
me, deep inside me.”

“Please, please fuck me, fill me, finish
me.”

Yeah, honey, what I need right now is you and
any second you’re going to get it, get that lake of hot white sperm
flooding in and up and over. That’s the image that’s driving me
now, forcing the blood down into my cock, making it steel hard and
fucking huge. That’s the image that’s forcing me to fuck it into
you, over and over and over. I love the smack of my pelvis on your
ass, the feel of your stiffly presented clit against me there. It’s
wild and raw, honey. It’s what has to happen, the logical
conclusion and there is nothing in this world that’s going to stop
me now. Nothing. I’m going to ride you hard and put you away wet.
Very, very, wet.

Yeah, honey, you’re so feminine at that
moment, that ultimate moment when I unload into you. You’re so
fucking hot, the quintessential woman, slut, bitch, queen, witch,
you’re everything. And there’s just one thing I need in this world
right now, one thing I need to finish inside you, pump my balls
into your willing open cunt until, and that is to see you come
beneath me, feel you give it all up, hear you fucking scream for
me. So do it, fucking do it. Do it for me, honey. Do it hard and
deep and fast, fucking come for me. Do it, fucking do it.

Do it right. Do it right now.

Now!

And do you know what I love more than
anything, honey? I love that long, long moment after I’ve spent
myself inside you, that long, long moment while you’re still
shuddering through your own climax, crying out, crying, overwhelmed
by the experience. I love being inside you then, staying inside
you, feeling your body tense and release, tense and release. Fuck,
that’s beautiful, fuck, you’re beautiful. And all I want at this
moment is your skin next to me, to kiss you, to hold you, to reach
down and feel where we’re still connected by my erection. I want
you to breathe deep and come down with me, stay awhile in this
little secret spot we share. We have so little time together,
honey. Every moment is precious. Let me hold you, honey, let me
keep you close and safe.

In a while time will catch up to us, in a
while life will call you away. You’re going to read my words again,
I know that much. You’re going to read them over and over and over,
but you can never again read them for the first time. This has been
our first time, honey, and I know you think it’s over now, because
this is the end of the book, end of the journey. Au revoir is what
the French say for Goodbye, but that isn't what it means. You've
come through the door, you're in the middle of our road, but like
Bambi in the headlights, you don't know that it's too late to dodge
the truck. You’re sitting there all warm and post-orgasmic, and you
think this is only not-quite-so-innocent masturbation, private sex,
us alone in our separate times, separate spaces, alone with our
fantasies. You think these are only words, but honey, words have
power, words change lives, and my words have just changed your life
you have only two choices.

You aren’t reading this when and where I’m
writing it, but I’m just as real as you are, honey. I’m flesh and
blood, muscle and bone, tall and dark and lean. I’m everything you
can imagine and I’m a whole lot more you can’t. And I am out here,
right here, right now. You know me now honey, and because you’re
still reading I know you. I know how different you are from the
women who've put this book down, the women who never picked it up.
I know your secrets and your passions and your dreams, and most of
all I know that you’re mine. You’re fascinated by our little
interaction, compelled by it, and you want more, you need more, and
now you know that more is right here, right now, waiting just for
you.

You see, honey, Au revoir means until I see
you again. Our journey isn’t ending now, it’s only just begun. So
choice one is to do exactly what you’re thinking right now, which
is apply your mind, and your determination, and find out exactly
who it is standing behind these words, who it is who can seize your
mind, who it is who can compel your body, who it is who can possess
your soul before we've even met. And choice two is - just walk
away. Just walk away and wonder forever what would have happened if
you’d chosen option one. And either way I have gotten exactly what
I want from you because the kind of woman I need is exactly the
kind of woman with the brains to figure out the challenge, the
confidence to handle it, and the determination to make it
happen.

You have the tools, honey, you have that
letter you’ve written me, those photos you took, and now you’ve
passed every test but one, and now I have just one question left.
Are you her, honey? You already know the answer, deep, deep inside
your mind, and no matter what it is, that answer is about to change
your life. So if you’re not her, I hope it’s been as good for you
to read this as it has been for me to write it, and that’s very,
very good indeed. And if you are her, well, the door is open, the
road is in front of you. Who knows where it might lead?

Au revoir.

About the Author

Paul Christian is a creation of your
imagination. He lives where your desire touches your reality, and
he is everything you dream him to be.

Website:

www.the-secret-journey.com

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