Just now, his terrifying cobra tattoo is buried in my large breasts that flatten the fury into calm. Cobra killer -- cobra kundalini energy -- we are both shedding skins, coming into our true selves, coming together. Our cobra tattoos expand with our fiery fuck-passion. I chant between fiery breaths. "Kill me -- enlighten me, come on me, come in me, fuck me, fuck you..." I chant. "Yes," he grunts. His voice is so deep and masculine, so New York...his voice turns me on like his very hard cock and his cobra tattoo. I feel my chakras open -- connecting -- and that full body sonic orgasmic feeling I feel when I have a Kundalini orgasm in my cunt, belly, tits, ends of nipples, heart, chest, head. I hear a guttural piercing scream. It is mine, and I shake and quiver, my body doing a reflexive cobra dance, like a simultaneous death and awakening.
My cunt squeezes and milks his cock some more. His orgasm is so loud he practically breaks my ear drums. With a great thirst, I drink in his orgasmic facial expression. I gently run my hands along his muscular beauty, along his tattooed canvas and mine, stopping at my exquisitely wet, powerful cunt to place my hands over my pussy in prayer, a pussy prayer of thanks, gratitude, cumpassion and something more.
My cobra's head is expanded, just like my hot pussy when I am so fucking excited... the way I am right now! Fuck me!!! Mmmmmmm. I love it all, but I love fucking the most.
I found this information on a website that said, "The cobra snake is chosen specifically because it flares its head before striking. This act symbolizes the expansion of consciousness." The cobra means "killer" or even "devil" in some cultures, something beautiful and powerful in others. In our supposed "higher evolved human minds" we have interpretations or "rationalizations" for everything... I and my cobra don't need rationalizations. I love sexually getting down and up. I love fucking -- being fucked -- oral sex -- giving it and getting it -- but only if my boy toy is a nice play mate. Nothing too deep, except for his cock in my cunt. Any hint of cruelty or insensitivity and my cunt becomes the Sahara Desert instead of a splashy wet delight, and it is over and out. Play nicely -- compliment my eyes, my face, my cunt, my lips, inner and outer cunt lips, and tell me how good my lips feel.
But break my rules, and the small piece of trust and good feeling I need to take us to fuck happyland falls and smashes like a vase on concrete. Be good or be bad but in the best ways so that I want to come with you and to you again like re-reading a book I enjoy. Make me want to come, or I just move on -- and I do enjoy moving on. With my high standards, it happens often. Plus, I enjoy variety.
Such as my last stranger. He asked me, "Did you come?"
Clueless. His question meant "time to move on."
"Come" as it is -- coming -- isn't the end-all-be-all of pleasure. Raw sex, masturbation, fucking, all on their own, can bring one to the "not thinking mind," the purest animal mode of raw pleasure. A guy who doesn't get this leaves me restless. And there have been many.
I enjoyed adding ink and now piercings to my body to add some variety to my pussy that is distinctly my own. My hood has a ring too but with a beautiful fiery opal.
Now I am talking about my clit piercing to a dude and he doesn't know what a hood is (but yet he thinks he can please me). I am such a character -- I just get in intimate conversations like this on the street with complete strangers as if we had just jumped into bed -- except we are just walking down the street. I explain. "A clit is like an uncircumcised cock or a hot dog in a bun. The bun top is the hood part I had pierced." Unattractive as he is (in the way that says he doesn't care about himself), this dude mistakes my intimate conversation for indiscriminant desire. He thinks he can make me scream when I come. I think not, and leave him gaping on the sidewalk.
My lovers chew on my ring and it adds stimulation to my way-too-sensitive clit and hood. The piercing did add wildness to my cunt and my life, like adding hot sauce to your favorite food (that is already very hot). I like to wear these magenta and pink mesh panties that leer back at horny guys who check them out as they ride up above the low waste band of my jeans, while down below, the tight panties rub my ring against my clit and hood. As I walk down the street, the panties are teasing my clit ring, like a filthy invisible lover reaching into my pants and rubbing my clit, and dirty boys are checking me out as if they have pussy pants x-ray vision. I squeeze my lips together. Mmmmmmmmmm.
I love my varied lovers but as you can see, trolling diversity has its downs. My sexiest most overpowering lover -- the first one I was telling you about -- has convinced me to make my beautiful cunt exclusive to him and to just fuck him. When I think of how his deep lovemaking persuaded me to be exclusive, I wet my pants. (I won't tell you if I had his name tattooed on the inside of my mouth lips or the inside of my inner cunt lips.) His cum tastes so good. He cums in me and on me. I spread his cum on my face and breasts like a sperm tattoo. I lick his jiz and my juice off my fingers like I am sucking his cock. After I rub his come all over my face and chest I like to go to an elegant restaurant. I eat dinner and smile to myself as I trace his cum tattoo on my lips, face, and breast, and I laugh with pleasure.
Sex is awesome with him. It's even awesome with him when he is not with me and my body feels like he is with me. I feel his cock and his fingers in my cunt and asshole, my mouth. I feel like his cobra tattoo has jumped to my body as a kind of killer watch dog so I remain faithful, and my cobra has jumped to his body to whisper and hiss sexual promises of our future comings with kundalini energy and my wet pussy with layers of secrets I yearn to share. I spread my legs as wide as possible thinking about this. I smell my pussy getting excited and I spread open the lips that have so much they want to share with him. I imagine his fierce cobra and his cock sliding in and out of my pussy and asshole. I breathe in and out and rub my clit, my pussy and place my fingers inside my pussy and then I lick my fingers. I love my taste. I love his taste and our tastes together on my tongue.
Later when I undress, I smell my underpants and again think of his power to inspire me. My lover's the man with the frightening cobra tattoo. The head stares out from his stomach, the body stretches down, and the tail wraps around the base of his cock. As he gets a big boner the tail twitches, and the entire cobra along with it, expanding just like he does with fuck passion. I always think it promises a kind of sexual death and rebirth, the way an orgasm is like a mini-death and then after, you feel so fucking alive. Our cobra tattoos seem to come alive and do a fuck dance as we sexually ravage each other. He is yang and my cobra tattoo is his yin. It is also true that I decided to get a beautiful cobra tattoo on the inside of my thigh because of him. I mentioned my cobra tat wraps around my thigh three times but I forgot to tell you the Cobra's tail ends in an infinity sign -- a figure 8 and the fiery cobra's tongue and eyes match the fire in the opal. I love to spread my legs and play with my ring and watch the colors of the opal and cobra tattoo as I masturbate. Mmmmmm, I fantasize about my lover's stubble and a long rocker beard teasing the length of my slit to my wet hole as he chews on my clit ring and I moan and scream a little.
I close my eyes, but I see with my eyes closed. I am watching the opal pop in and out of his mouth. When his stubble rubs against my thigh I open my eyes widely and I scream so loudly -- my legs and all my lips open wider -- and I squirt all over him and the bed. I squirm and enjoy my juice lubricating his beard. I later take his beard and use it as a breast loofah and smelling my pussy juice on his beard gets me extra horny. I tell him to pound my pussy hard, but with love, so I feel him after he leaves. I squeeze my kegel muscles and think of his cock in my pussy.
I never wanted a tattoo because tattoos are a long-term relationship and that just isn't my thing -- or it wasn't. Mmmm. I love your cock in my cunt. I wish I could keep your hard cock in me always (but I don't want to admit it). Besides it is unrealistic. But I want to hold on to the good feeling and to his cock with my cunt, as long as possible. It feels so good. His terrifying cobra tattoo is buried in my large breasts that flatten the fury into calm. His skin is so white I squeeze him hard with my warrior woman thighs, kiss him with my cunt lips, tickle him with my clit ring. My cobra tattoo seems to reflect on his skin like we are one -- like his hard cock in my cunt -- one.
Sue Cady-York is extremely passionate about writing, which is part of her art, and about sharing sexy expressions that are intelligent, empowering, and also entertaining.
