Miss Anonymous

I am just a woman. Miss Anonymous in every way. Ordinary, a simple creature of the Earth, not above or below the specks that crawl at my feet or fly beyond my view. I have many fears and quirks. Even more insecurities and deceptions. My way of life is different from others. I feel as if I am an analog type of girl in a digital world. I am defiant about it; it is unfair to make my heart conform to the opinions of people who know nothing of me. It is this disconnect that has confirmed my belief that human contact is the only way to connect. I never much cared for social media. My neglect of it has both given me time and and taken it from me.

How ironic love is. Of all the ways for me to find the love of my life, it happened online. As much as I detested the internet, I am now grateful for it. How else was I to find the person who took my heart in one evening, who took my body to incomprehensible levels of pleasure? A woman, no less. She is like me in many ways, but unlike any other I have ever encountered. We are from different worlds that happened to collide in one glance. If my parents were still living, I am sure they would not approve. Love is strange like that, I suppose. It can take on the form least expected. And before you know it, your values change. How those stars crossed when I first looked into the eyes of the soul who tamed me! Before that moment, I was perfectly content with my life and thought it would never change.

Here I am watching her as she sleeps. She is in my bed. It is now our bed. I admire the beautiful etched ink covering her back. It tells the story of her life. Her long silky hair is draped around her head. She is exhausted from cleaning up after our prank war that led to us, grown adults, chasing each other in and out of the house with toy water guns.

I undoubtedly started this war by tying a rubber band around the kitchen hose, making water spray all over her chest instead of the sink. I know it’s childish but it sure did make a sexy wet spot on her sheer blue T-shirt. What made it funnier was that she leaned down to see why the water was spraying her chest, and after turning the water on again, got sprayed right in the face. I almost died laughing! Funny. I never did such things before I knew her. Being with her has let my inner child out to play.

Things got very messy after that. Our usually spotless living room was absolutely filthy. There was mud all over the carpet, throw pillows on the floor, and water marks all over the wall. My final attempt to win had me scaling the hallway wall like a secret agent, trying to sneak to the bathroom silently to refill my water pistol. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, she surprised me with a sneak attack, spraying me down with water from the shower head.

I dropped the little plastic toy and started screaming and laughing. She finally turned the shower off and had me pinned against the wall. The humorous tension between us suddenly switched to something more intense, more sensual. I gazed deep into her eyes, her thick lashes moist, brows drenched, and dripping wet lips smiling lustfully. My heart raced as she spoke:

As my captive, I do believe you are at my mercy.

I was indeed trapped in the most delicious way. I shivered as she smoothed her warm, wet hands down my waist, her fingers inching down the front of my pants. I surrendered to her touch. She nibbled my neck and held my arms above my head as she rubbed my pussy softly. Every so often she slipped a finger into me to spread my wetness. My legs started shaking as my pussy tightened. She leaned in close to my ear and started telling me what to do as she played with me. Her voice made me melt:

Spread your legs wider, baby. Keep that hot little cunt open for me.

I obeyed instantly. My body was getting feverish just listening to her sultry voice. She moved her fingers up and down in a slow slide, in and out of my pussy. She whispered again, her eyes closed in deep concentration:

That’s it. I feel you. God! You’re so wet already. I’m going to fuck you against this wall until that hot little pussy of yours cums all over my fingers.

I started to lose control and shivered as my orgasm approached. My back and bottom were making loud thuds against the wall. My arms still locked under her grip. She fucked me faster and harder and I started crying out, my whole body shuddering. She was moaning in my ear and sucking on the tender skin beneath it. She kept repeating the same words as if to chant my orgasm out of me, commanding me to cum:

That’s it. Cum for me. Fuck yes. Cum for me!

I started shaking even harder. I was no longer in control of my reactions or my sounds. I was pinned in seduction, my mind and body at her will. Then my body went stiff. The peak was coming abruptly. I could feel it! It was like the wave you surf on a rollercoaster ride that suddenly drops down, making you scream. My entire body was locked in place. I moaned and cried out as my pussy soaked her fingers, just as she’d ordered. She kept her fingers inside me until my orgasm completely subsided. She always does that. It’s so sexy.

She finally let my arms free. I held her face close as we kissed passionately. Then we stood there breathing into each other, pressing our cheeks together. Enjoying the energy between us. Her soft wet face felt so good nuzzling against mine.

How did I get here? I have never been here before. I never planned for this. I have never known another woman in this way. It’s so deep: mentally, physically, and emotionally. I am reflecting on all this in awe as boldly, I accept this path I chose. Or rather, it chose me. How else can a story like ours be written? Every day is like a lovely film. I want to pinch myself sometimes to see if I am dreaming. How could I exist and she exist? And out of the seven billion lonely souls in this enormous world, I find her? And just like that, we are a family?

I am naked sitting at the computer typing this while studying her as she lies on the bed. Looking at her from the front, one would never suspect she had such ornate and vivid decoration. She too has learned to hide her iniquity. She is such an amazing lover, a capable adult, and at the same time, the craziest woman I have ever known. My love is all the people of the world in one person. She is everything I never knew I always wanted. I have yet to see a flaw in her although she is quick to name her imperfections. We are just alike, my love and I. She is just as wild as I am. Just as stubborn. Just as brilliant. More talent rests in her little finger than most have in their entire body. There is nothing that she has ever touched and not turned into a masterpiece. Her exquisite food would shame the chefs of gourmet restaurants. Her music is deep and expressive. Her writing is so sensual and thought-provoking. With it she has let me into her world that is so secret and special. In a way, she is just as anonymous as I. Without our stories, no one would ever know about a love like ours. We are helping to create a world where we can speak freely and just be.

This is what loving her is like. She is so easy to love. But the fear of losing her tears me apart. Myriad thoughts sweep through my mind as she stirs. She feels me thinking. One sweet smile puts my mind at ease. She takes me in her arms and holds me close. The scent of her skin awakens a hunger in me I cannot explain. Her silhouette beneath the flimsy white sheet stirs my mood. There is not much room left for imagination where the blanket ends and her body begins.

She has the type of skin that makes you melt at first sight. I want to drag my tongue down every dangerous curve. I kiss her lips. The touch answers all my questions, leaving no room for doubt. I trail my kisses to her neck and cradle her in my arms. I lean down lower to kiss her waist. Just barely touching with my lips closed. The delicate bone protecting all the wonders beneath. I pull the sheet a little lower, letting my tongue slide down her lissome flesh.

She rests her legs across my neck. I kiss the groove of her lips, the top damp. I sneak my tongue past the slick pleats and inhale her scent. I love that aroma. I love the taste of her skin. The combination of both elevates my passion.

My palm grasps her bottom, making her thighs flex. I hear her hushed, sleepy moans as I kiss her clit, ever so softly, just enough pressure to wet my lips. I take my time building up the tension between her legs. My tongue is menacing and coaxing. Slow and steady. Unhurried.

Her thighs get warmer. I grip her body tighter. The pressure of my mouth increases as I set my tongue loose to wreak its havoc, showing no mercy on her pussy. I feel her body trembling, her voice growing louder. I feel the tides of pleasure rising through her skin. I can feel and taste her orgasm approaching. Her clit erects between my lips, ready to tremble. Her hips squirm across my face, welcoming her climax. I let my fingers take over for a moment as I watch her body beg for my mouth to return.

Are you going to cum for me, my darling?

She nods willingly. Letting me know she is ready to succumb to my power. I move my fingers inside her. She gasps and raises her leg higher, letting me go deeper. I tease her a little more by circling her pussy slowly with the tip of my tongue. I avoid her clit altogether until I see her hips dancing just the way I want. Then, without warning, I lick her clit turbulently. My tongue whirls like a cyclone. I keep going until I feel those sexy little quakes coming from her flesh. Then I push my fingers deep inside her until she calms down. My cheeks are drenched with her sex. Her wetness is mouthwatering. I lick it up and swallow it down. I slide my tongue inside trying to get the last drops of her moisture, as a tippler would drain the bottom of a jug. I can never get enough.

The motion of my mouth is unbroken, without pause. Her body is so familiar to me now, I can make her cum continually. After all, I am rapidly getting to know her, inside and out. And she knows me. Here between these delectable thighs, I am no Miss Anonymous.