Dance With the Devil

He asked me to dance and I said yes.
Like the calm before the storm,
the devil welcomed me into his arms.

While the music played,
I rested my head upon his chest.
He held me close while seducing me with his gentle and subtle charm.
Whispering soft, succulent transgressions in my ear.
My emotions begin to simmer,
the storm is getting near.

Our eyes met as his hands played soothing tunes down my back and his lips across my neck.
My heart begins to beat faster, and my body begins to tremble as the devil's band continued to play pleasure filled notes orchestrated with loves perfect symbol.

Tempting me with his deep voice, magnetic eyes and sexy smile.
He welcomed me into his world as he feasted upon my chocolate cream pie.
Like rain that comes during the storm,
my juices flowed freely, steady, nice and warm.
Once done and after the devil had his fill,
I was broken down into pieces and obeyed his every will.

"Now feast upon my chocolate lollipop.
And when it erupts, swallow each and every drop! For if you don't, you run the risk of being reprimanded!"

"On your knees!" he then commanded.

On my knees I went.
My aim was to please...so I begin the tease.
My tongue swirled around the tip.
Not once but twice, and then dipped
inside the hole.
His head begin to swell and he began a slow moan.

My mouth opened up wide as he pushed the head inside.
His passion for lust grew with each and every thrust.
The devil grabbed my head, and yelled sweet obscenities while my face was being fed.
Faster and faster he begin to thrust
and as his juices begin to erupt,
I begin to gulp.

Exhausted I fell into my land of slumber...
all the while the devil watched and smiled with wonder.
For he had won this battle of wits, by defining his infatuation and lust with my thighs, hips and lips.