Frank's Homecoming

By Arctic Lady

In the dark night

I feel your hand reaching for me.

Your breath on my throat,

your fingers on my breasts.

I missed you baby, you say.

And I missed you, Frank,

I'm so glad you're back.

All the way home

I thought of you.

The way you look at me in the morning,

the scent of your hair,

the crystal blue of your eyes,

and I missed you so much.

In the darkness

my kiss landed on the stubble on his chin.

And did you miss my lips?

Yeah, baby, I missed your lips

I missed them around my...

Hush, Frank, don't be rough!

Be slow, be gentle.

His breathless laughter

between my breasts and he -

No baby, there is no time for that.

I want to eat you,

no,

I want to devour you.

I want to crush your beautiful body,

make it mine,

feel your tight hotness

around my manhood.

I want to hear you whimper and moan,

when you ride my wave.

Harder, stronger, deeper

I come into you

until we vanish into the passion.

After that,

in the orange glow of the first eruption,

I will be gentle,

slow hand, easy touch,

and I will make love to you again

until you beg me to stop.

But first you have to accept my storm.

I open my legs for him to come.

 Beg you to stop, Frank?

Never.

Take me, my hurricane.

His passion fills me,

I close my eyes and I know: 

this storm will last until sunrise.