Stormbound Surrender: My Red Confession of Devouring Flesh

Pauline kneels on the bed. Outside, blackness rages. Wind howls in savage gusts. Yellow light flickers on bedroom walls, threatening to die. She watches me, expectant. I rummage in her drawer. Heart pounds. Excitement swells. Dinner at the chic restaurant lingers—wine, her invitation. Tonight, another notch in our love ledger. Desire shifts. Quick fucks or tender whispers? Her eyes flame, mirroring my chaos.

I find the violet cotton scarf. Long, soft. Bed’s beige duvet shoved aside. She wears black lace panties, matching bra. Our set, bought together. Salesgirl smirked as we matched. I grab her black pants from the carpet. ‘Floriane, what are you doing? I’m worried.’ Long kiss reassures. Sweet, alcoholic breath. Moist lips smack apart. Exquisite. Her loose chestnut hair spills over golden shoulders. Thirteen moles line perfectly from left clavicle above her breast. Skin flawless otherwise. Sculpture. ‘Inhumaine sans défaut,’ I tease. She laughs.

The Fever Ignites

Tonight, human. Sticky skin warm. Heart thuds. Sweat and perfume mix. She lies back. Scarf blinds her eyes. She giggles, perfect teeth flash. I lick them. My ash-blonde hair drapes her face. Thick, straight strands tickle. Grip her delicate wrists. Tie with pants legs. Stretch arms to exotic wood headboard. Secure but gentle. No pain. Just captive. For my gifts. Her desires.

Fingertips trace. Inner arms—tender, burning silk. Press, skin dents, rebounds. No movement from her. Yet tremors betray. Hands next. Long fingers, white oval nails. Palm thick, veins blue on back. Lick pale thumb spot. Suck left fingers phalange by phalange. Right, two at a time. Bite thumbs. Lick nails slow. She lingers, teases my tongue, lips. Belly swells. Tears well.

Mouth on shoulders, arms again. Raspy groans. Deep breaths. Face in armpit. Rasped smooth. Bite soft fold. Sweaty, apricot deodorant salt. Panties wet. Hers too. Groin slick sweat.

Neck firm. Bites leave half-moons. Lick carotid pulse. Throbs against tongue. Valley between breasts. Lick bra lace. No nipples yet. She strains. ‘Floriane, untie me. Touch you.’ Arms hug. ‘Wait, cherry. Soon.’ Ear lick. ‘See your dark eyes later.’ She yields.

Belly kisses. Navel perfect. Tongue circles spiral core. Hip creases sweaty. Ganglions yield. Thigh bites. Knee hollows. Legs firm. Feet—boot musk, sock lint between toes. Suck each. Acrid sting.

Leave room. She calls. Kitchen raid: strawberry, raspberry, spoon, sugar, lemon half, ice tray, olive oil warmed tepid. Bath: cotton, condom. Our silly scout buy. No boys needed.

Fever peaks. Back to bed.

Blaze of Unchained Desire

Strawberry brushes lips. She bites, juice stains. ‘Grenadine, maddening!’ Raspberry on nose, face, neck. Halets. Chew, feed mash. Sugar under tongue. Coughs, laughs, shares crystals.

Cold spoon lips. Glide, tease teeth. ‘Floriane, can’t take it! Untie or finger me!’ Kiss storm calms. Lemon squeeze—acid spit, laughter. Chin to my mouth.

Bra off. Ice on right nipple. Shriek. Hardens. Left too. Arcs, begs. Cotton swirls. Panties ripped. Legs trap neck. Cunt gleams. Rules trace blood. Clit erect.

Oil dribbles belly. ‘Enough! How much more?’ Navel pool. ‘I came!’ Convulses. Tender words. Calm breaths. More oil on pubes, into her. ‘What is it? More!’ Spoon back on clit. Grumbles.

Condom on fingers. Deep probe. Taste her slick, blood. Untie blindfold—tears. Wrists free. Fury unleashes. Nails rake back. Savage kiss. Bites lips. Legs lock. Fingers invade. Pain rips. ‘On stomach, Floriane.’ Role swap. ‘Pauline,’ she growls.

Kiss ass. Tongue anus fury. Fingers deep. Ice cube shoved. ‘Cold!’ Struggles. Flip her. Orgasms tear me—twice, gut-wrenching.

Three each. Murmurs swap names. Panting concert.

Calm falls. I weep joy-pain. Bed battlefield, soaked. She smells divine. Gaze hours. ‘Eternal child of fate, my only hope.’ Twenty-two, chestnut goddess. More devils await. Flesh peaks, but soul possession devours.