Instant Connection
THEIR love is a different kind.
She eases him onto the edge of the bed and takes two steps back. She bites down playfully on her left thumb, greets him with a sensual expression and slides her hands down her left thigh. The front of her strapless red dress accentuates her breasts and displays the network of bright blue veins streaking across the tops.
He shrugs out of his camel-colored work shirt and tosses it onto the back of a nearby chair. He grins as the bedside lamp traces the contours of his white pear-shaped body with soft brass fingers. Sweat breaks out across his forehead in a sheen of bright lucid acne and glistens off of his big hairy chest.
From the second they saw each other from across the bar, they know it was meant to be. The magnetism, heat and attraction that’d pulled them together had been too strong for them to resist. They’d left the bar together, oblivious to the mystified expressions on the faces of the other customers they’d passed on their way out.
She slides her dress down her slender frame, exposing milky white skin stretching taut over her ribs. She grins at the silky smooth fabric of her dress sliding down her hips and caressing her ankles on its way toward the floor. He fumbles with his belt and jeans, drops them into a heap around his ankles and kick them across the room.
“Oh, babe.” She says. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He draws his tongue across his upper lip and sighs. Her chest rises and falls. Her skin bristles as the wave of widespread passion washes over her.
“I want you.” He says.
Without hesitating, she leaps off of her feet and clamps onto him like a koala. Their lips pressing together in a passionate kiss, their tongues writhe inside the caverns of their mouths. She pushes him onto the bed, slides down the length of his naked plump body and glides her tongue across his huge sack.
He sighs, his body writhing under the aura of the euphoric pleasure wafting off of her skin. He raises his head from the mattress and peers down to watch her work his stiff pale cock in her left hand. Her saliva glistens off of the hairless patch of skin above his cock as she runs the light pink nails on her right hand across his stomach.
He grasps her arms, lifts her up and over him and onto the bed. She bounces face first onto the mattress, chuckles from behind a wide pleasing grin and rolls onto her back. She slides the fingers of her right hand across his cock, winds a strand of long black hair around her left forefinger and spreads her legs.
He crawls across the bed, slithers his corpulent body between her legs and guides his cock inside of her soft wet pussy. She draws a quick breath, peers down at the narrow gap between their stomachs, arches her back and groans with pleasure.
“Oh yeah.” She sighs. “Right there babe oh yeah right there don’t lose it.”
Her legs quivering, she sighs and stares up at him with wide starstruck eyes.
Gripping her hips in both hands, he leans back on his feet and slides his cock in and out. A small sensation rises from somewhere deep inside of her, sending seismic vibrations throughout her body. The cheap metal bedsprings squeal under their combined weight; the even cheaper wooden headboard thuds against the motel room’s sick green walls and sends the three second-hand landscape portraits into a swaying and scraping frenzy.
She grasps the bedspreads until her knuckles turn pale as their orgasms collide against one another in a supernova of sexual ecstasy. His body shudders with carnality. They sigh, their bodies heaving from exhaustion, and grin at each other.
He plops down beside of her and plants his right hand on his chest. She grins at him and hikes her right leg over his left.
“Oh God, babe.” She says. “You were great.”
“You were wonderful.”
She leans toward him, her mouth curling into a satisfied smile. He winces, his face creasing with pain and raises his left hand in a protesting manner. She leans back and greets him with an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, honey.” She says. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He says.
They look down the length of their bodies toward their genitals and smile. The bright pink tube growing from the tip of his shaft connects to the small soft pink pocket growing from the center of her vagina. It pulsates and pumps a continuous amount of sperm inside of her.
He brushes a strand of hair away from her face and grins. He stares into her vivid deep-set blue eyes and feels his heart twitch with joy.
“How many do you think we’ll have?”
“Two,” He says. “Maybe three.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods.
They rests their heads together. Their eyes flickering with affection, they hold hands and listen to the sounds of raucous night traffic blare outside of the motel.
No matter what, whether human or inhuman, love is what it is.
Horror Sleaze Trash 