Fredrick's Fantasy Suite...
by Fredrick Cooper
This is a section of love, power, passion and pain...Writings of the lonely man...
Let us start with WORK ONE, aptly titled A FANTASY SUITE... Come join me...
1. A FANTASY SUITE...
Have you ever been seated at your desk late at night; wanting, yearning, like I am right now?? Thatís how I feel right now, lustiní as I taste the sweetness of my unknown Queenís nectar in my mind.
Sometimes the thought of being inside her, sharing every ounce of my undying torrent of love for her gives me such a rush that control leaves me in public places. Shivers of pleasure scale my spine when I envision her imploring me to tease her, please her and appease her. Yeah, I become the lover she wants, the one she seeks, but only to you, my unknown princess, for you have the potential to bring me to heights I could never experience with another.
The desire reaches a zenith of sorts in the bedroom. Something flows through me once you close the door, an uncontrolled transformation resulting in a confidence still under construction in other aspects of my life coming to surface. Seeing the metamorphosis, it arouses you, whoever you are. Just my touch sends tingles. I know. I feel your excitement.
Iím sorry, Honey - Can I call you that? Does it taste like that? I live to be the most exhilarating lover youíve ever experienced. Youíve confessed fantasies; letís turn them to realities. I yearn for the collision of two dripping, passionate masses. With you, Iíll master the art of making love, because of the amour, my dear. You want it tender? Iíll give you that. Swing from the chandeliers in a swift fury? No problem. In circles, changing speeds and positions? Yes, we good guys do that as well. Doggie, S&M, Playful abduction?? Because of my love for you, my soul mate, these things come to the fore.
So itís unhealthy to take a drink, huh? But my dear, the rivers of love sent my way increases my motivation for your gratification. I donít want you to stop enjoying yourself, for I wonít enjoy myself. The mere thought of my queen pounding my arms because of lack of control reveals things her mouth wonít say. Damn, Iím enjoying you, my precious. Havenít you ever encountered a man whoíll completely dominate you physically, yet tenderly, simultaneously? One that will tease, lick every crevice of your canyon with a loving tongue, then insert a bridge craving only your sweetness? One thatíll do any and everything to please you? Love, my Queen thatís what itís all about.
But weíre not in that mode, sugar, for this is one of passion, lust and desire. The musky aroma of your nest arouses me this particular evening, so I feel compelled to sample a special treat, first lubricating it with some of me, then teasing your flaming gouge with my tongue; as per your request of course. I want it sugar, the liquid that muffles my utterance. I need it, darling. As your thighs clamp around my face, a familiar beverage fills my nostrils, causing instant and complete arousal. Thought we were done, huh?
Stop rubbiní it - allow me... No, not with my mouth this time. With something else harder and bigger... You like that, baby?? Damn, I hope so. Mmmm, so good... Mmmm, so deep. As we both glide into pleasures that before our introductions we never knew existed, the ride that commenced slow and savory has become swift and hard; again as per your request. The sensations now unbearable, we approach a plateau, a point of absolute satisfaction, when all else becomes moot. Back to Dialogue: Weíre there, baby... Címon... Címon...Thatís my girl... Iím there baby, Iím there... The rush that encompasses me as the simultaneous paroxysm of delight and ecstasy is engulfing, causing me to scream as our bodies tremble and become limp, in awe of this heavenly union of love.
Love, I see itís found itís way back into this flow. Yeah I do love you, my queen. Wherever you are.