Saturday, 2 March 2013
Saturday's AfterDark Moments: Living Ink
The Living Ink
As I entered her room and saw her laying on the bed, wearing just skimpy panties and her body a mass of intricate artwork, a cold shiver coursed through my body. She looked to be everything any man could want in a woman. She had a figure most women would die for, long black hair and piercing dark eyes so why did I feel as though something wasn't quite right.
“Come in and shut the door there's no need to be shy,” she purred, turning her head to see how I looked more clearly.
Compelled to do as she said I pushed the door behind me, heard it click and then turned back to stare at her immense beauty.
“Well are you going to stand there staring or all day or are you going to join me?” She asked, her eyes practically undressing me and the soft sexiness of her voice pushing the original cold shiver I had felt away, replacing my whole being with a sudden, surprising, heat.
In fact the heat inside the small room became so unbearable, so quickly, that I literally tore my clothes from my body and dropped them in a pile at my feet, leaving me standing fully exposed to her wandering eyes.
“Come closer, let me get a better look at you.”
Powerless to resist her tones I inched forward, slowly,first one step then another and another until I was just inches away from her hand which she had, by now, began to reach out towards me.
Her fingers suddenly darted forward and wrapped around my hard shaft and she began stroking me, pulling my whole body as close to her as it was possible without me falling on to the bed on top of her and that was when I first saw something that was impossible, or at least should have been.
The dragon tattoo on her back seemed to lengthen down the whole of her back as if it was alive, it's forked tongue seemingly flicking across her pale skin and its claws, somehow, gripping me and pulling me down on to the bed.