Far Too Close SeXStoRY

Far Too Close by Domino Vinke Copyright2013 All he ever wanted was her. She was supposed to be his first, maybe even his last and only. But their stars never crossed. They remained part of an unchanging constellation of friends, ever revolving but never merging at the same point. Always kept at the same distance, too far away and far too close at the same time. He would meet with her daily. Because of the restraints of their friendship, only so many of his senses could take her in. He was allowed to see her (but not every part of her). He could talk to her (but never hear every sound her mouth could make). He could hug her once in a while (but only briefly during greetings and partings). All of these things were sweet torments that consumed his heart and heated his every drop of bl**d with secret devotion and unquenchable lust. He was never brave until she gave him a reason to be. He never stood tall until she came into his life. He never desired to be more than what he was until she entered the picture. She made the boy want to become a man. She gave his mind a reason to create, his heart a reason to beat, and she gave his cock a reason to get hard. It was all for her; his mind, his heart, his cock. They all grew because of her. They all swelled and throbbed because her spirit possessed them, like some deamon-angel-muse. He was empowered and powerless at the same time. Each night when he would dream of her his mind, heart, and cock would work together, all wishing for fantasy to become reality. A simple move she would make, a smile, a laugh, a thought she would share with him would haunt him not with fear, but a desire just as powerful. She became is life’s goal. His path to manhood was with her by his side. But her path went in a different direction. They became parted for dozens of years and by hundreds of miles. He slowly achieved his manhood one cheap piece of ass at a time, bit by bit. Every new warm embrace, every inch of the miles of skin he touched on countless women, every breast he licked and sucked and clenched gently between his teeth, every wet mouth that opened to engulf his cock, every neck he kissed, every ear he tongued and breathed into, every clit he licked into overwhelming sensitivity, and every pussy and ass he fucked with concentrated passion: none of these body parts belonged to HER. The numerous pleasures he created for others, none of that energy ever got to be put into her. Every sighing breath, every curling toe, every mind-melting orgasm. It was all meant for her. But it went to others instead. For her he has come countless times. The thought of her eyes looking into his, unblinking as he slowly fucks her moaning mouth. The thought of her wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh high stockings, bending her over a stone balcony and pounding her tight pussy under a full moon night sky. The thought of binding her wrists to a dangling bar as she grinded her hips into him, riding him in an armless chair as his free hands grope her all over and his teeth and tongue tease her bouncing tits. The thought of her thighs quivering as she comes. The thought of pressing her face first against a shower wall. His body pressing against hers. He whispers all kinds of nasty things into her ear as he slaps her ass cheeks until they turn red. He bites her neck and back as the hot water runs over them. His left hand reaches around her neck, squeezing and caressing her throat as his right hand reaches up between her legs. Her feet spread as she stands there moaning, her face still pressed against the wall. Her back arches giving his hand easy access. His thumb presses gently against her asshole as he slips two straight fingers up into her slick wet pussy. He grips tighter around her throat and it causes her pussy to grip tighter around his fingers. She whimpers and her back arches more. He stabs his fingers up into her until she is close to coming, then he turns her around t finish her off with his fingers and tongue. The sound of her voice as she’s coming…he wonders what it might have been like. With all his soul he wanted to hear that sound more than anything. He imagines fucking every part of her with his tongue, fingers, and cock. He imagined his come flooding her insides, filling her. He wanted to see his hot come all over her smug smiling, beautiful face. He wanted to mix his sweat with hers during the Summer and share warmth under multiple blankets with her during the Winter. He wanted to hold and kiss her softly for hours. He wanted to share his wild side with her wild side. He wanted to play, share and grow with her. But now, all he has left is unfulfilled fantasy and happy memory. The opportunity for such joys are now long since past. Age and Wisdom and True Love are in his life now. But somewhere inside him there will always be a flame, an old flame that will never go out.