anything could happen

anything could happen …

… laid upon the bed, led by hands of more than one, the faces surrounding me from bodies naked while I’m the only one still dressed, concealing myself, such intimate entrapments, my paler skin so thinly freckled merely just a thread or two from being stripped to bare, stripped away, by hungry eyes that covet me…

… anything could happen…

… my clothes to remove by many hands as each hand finds its own button, zip, hook, fold, telling me I have no say while words come whispering, just go with it, I must have decided or I wouldn’t be here with fingers finding, learning, peeling away each barrier I wear, hands, uncountable, fingers more, flow across my fabric each one streams across my landscape, tracing curves determined and controlled, ripples and riffles burrow into my skin, a warm flush spreading evenly encouraged by the eyes, the ever-watchful of every move, a glint, they drink of me so greedily…

… anything could happen…

…. slowly, seamlessly, one item at a time clothing carefully, respectfully removed, unbuttoned, unzipped, unhooked, all as one unfastened while I feel the seconds tick-tock, tick-tock, each one accompanied by another silent hand, a well-manicured nail, I’m flotsam at the whim of strangers needs, wants, demands, lusts taking their time to play, fondle, indulge whatever fantasy on me, what’s mine becoming theirs with every inch exposed, every touch touched, deliberate, insistent, turn me over and over, side to side, on my back, on my front…

… anything could happen…

… opening my blouse, stockings nimbly rolled down one leg then the other, a lowered zip, lower, lower, listen, hear it quietly revealing flesh, my flesh, my underwear, loosening, tugged and coaxed down my legs leaving little left to imagine but plenty more for such hungry eyes and expectations as my world become the smallest of spaces, their bodies closer making me piece by piece as naked as they are becoming the closest things to me, I’m coated in them, their skin, breath, attention, scents, whispers, kisses, licks….

… anything could happen…

… they tease, taunt, tempt, take as much or as little, as often or as not, as freely, undeniably, the promise of a taste of me and what’s mine is too much to refuse, for them, for me with only lingerie to cover me, breasts and thighs knowing they will be next to be stripped away, taking time as much as they can handle before impatience, lust and need overrule, they feel me through the thinnest of material now warm, now wet, soon to be removed, I know, I know, I wonder how far this will go, I know, I know…

… anything could happen…

… roll me over, lose my bra, roll me back, tease the straps, the pink and black pulled away to free my breasts, nipples, curves, chest rising and falling to the hands that soon alight upon me, many, so many fondling, taking turns revelling in my nipples now erect and aroused and all theirs, all theirs to enjoy leaving me in one last piece of clothing which is soon grabbed by other hands, more hands, knowing they are moist, stained with my sex, my excitement, elastic tugged and tugged I take a breath and feel them come away too easily without a fight so insubstantial that they are…

… anything could happen…

… they see me now, all of me, naked to their gazes, to their smiles, to their demands, their fantasies, what they paid for, me, here, now, they cup my mound, my inner thighs, my soft resolve dissolves as all becomes complete from head to toe in naked in ecstatic throes I arch while hands refuse to let me be, washing over me, into me, won’t let me go nor let me free, they aim to be the first, the second, the third, the fourth, wherever they are in the line they don’t mind all the way until the last and maybe round again…

… anything could happen…

… arms held above my head, legs pulled open wide, spread, on show, on display, their touch confides in me kneading, needing, pleading, claiming me for an evening, for a night, for the time I’m theirs, this time, this time, their bodies taut, bare, erect, glistening, I am a willing actor in their passion play, I came today unsure and now I can’t, or won’t, escape…

… anything could happen…

… skin responds to fingers, lips, twists and bites, a frenzy of feeding, eaten alive, then brought back to life again and again to be there in the moment over and over, there’s no going back, no saying no as hand after hand covets my nakedness exploring everything,
I feel everything,
I feel everyone,
each to which I surrender, surrender, surrender….

… anything could happen…

… circling fingers elicit orgasm, fingers snaking inside and out, fingers pinch, fingers caress, bodies looming, one finger, two fingers, three encourage, entice, release, encourage, entice, release, voyeurs one and all, and me, me watching them watching me using me, breaking me, my will unfolding, consumed and eroding,
I’ve become,
I’ve become
an incarnation of lust…

… anything could happen…

….. they make me, they take me, they watch me, they touch me, touching themselves as they fuse me onto their retinas, onto their skin, I’m inked and tattooed from head to toe to do what they want, surrendering choice for the ultimate sin for the darkness within, for the aching that longs to be drawn into ever more shameless and impure, illicit, libidinous ways for which they will get what they came for and paid for……

…. anything could happen (and will)……

© Emmaleela