The following events are expressed in a woman’s point of view. The song used for the story is the , from the movie which the song was entitled. I’ve always challenged myself to turn almost any damn song into an erotica as most of my readers could testify. Hope I do a good job on this one.
Thank you, enjoy!
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“Oh yes… I’m cumming babe!” I shriek as I neared climax. My boyfriend was riding me like there was no tomorrow. I could barely keep my eyes open as he pumped on top of me but I could see the expression on his face that he was indeed cumming as well.
“Babe! I’m cumming too!” he answered in the cutest childish voice. He was a grownup and so am I, but his voice as he fucked me showed a much less mature side of him – which I adored.
I felt my knees buckling. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we were about to come.
“B-babe! Baka di ko mahugot!”
“Ooohhh… sige lang, I want you to fill my pussy with your cum. Let it all out!” I howled and screamed.
Then…
BLAG!
I opened my eyes, I was fucking dreaming?! I tilted my head up as I laid on the bed. Nakita ko ang headboard ng kama. Yun ang gumising sa’kin as my head hit it. Napalingon ako sa tabi ko… my tear just dropped as I was reminded that HE wasn’t beside me anymore. It’s been 6 months since his departure. The unused pillow and empty space just reminded me of my solitude. To make matters worse, it was nearing my period. My level of horniness just couldn’t be tamed, nor satisfied without him.
Speaking of such, that dream felt so real – no, it was. It was a memory. A memory of passion of lust. My legs just started to rub themselves together. I felt the heat and wetness just down there between my legs.
Just remembering THAT dream made me wet? Damn, I must REALLY be a slut. But I just can’t help it. Soon enough, a voice calls to me… my hands seem to work on their own.
“In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came…”
From my shoulders, my hands flowed down my body like water. All the way down to my folded legs as I spread them apart. Kung may makakita man sa’kin. He’s a fucking lucky guy.
“…That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name…”
Indeed, it was like a voice was guiding me as I caressed my body. My hands flowed up and down on me. Each rub sends a lightning bolt up my spine. I start to have hallucinations – or atleast I want to have some. It was dark, but up on the ceiling, an apparition seems to slowly comes to me. He wore a gentleman’s clothing and a knight’s cloak. He also hid his face underneath a white, incomplete mask which greatly resembles my long-term crush, the Angel of Music: The Phantom of the Opera.
“…And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind….”
The Phantom, reaching out his arms to my lusting body. He sung the sweetest song as I explored myself. My hands flow up to my breast. Other than my panties, I was completely naked underneath my almost see-through nightgown. He moved closer to me. I blinked and was surprised as I opened my eyes ’cause he was already on top of me. His hands were now pinning me down yet softly. His hands work up to my palms and as if my magic, they bound together. The next seconds, he guided my(our bounded) hands to where he want them – to where I wanted them too.
His hands crawl up my breast: light, feathery touches which gave me goosebumps – in a great way. He rubbed them up and down, not rushing at all. His fingers circled around my breast. He played with them on top of my nightgown. He teased me by not touching my nipples, he just played around them. In the darkness and my fading vision caused by the sensation, his face was barely recognizable other than his white, glistening mask.
Imagination, hallucination or whatever HE was, I don’t care. I want him. I saw his teeth shine in the dark as if forming a grin. His head moved closer. He circled his fingers around my nipples. His face was already on top of mine, his nose was touching mine. He moves closer; my head involuntarily rises to meet his lips. We locked them together. I was undisturbed by his mask. His warm lips just took off all the control I had. One of his hands was on my right breast, the other was rubbing my tummy, he laid on his side beside me. Our lips press deeper and our tongues move into action. I craved for him more, I lusted for him more.
Our passionate kiss slowly lightened, his lips slowly part away. My eyes were still closed but I feel every bit of his touch. His lips move down to my lower lip, giving it a good suck. They soon move down to my chin, increasing my anticipation. With every kiss, he sucked that part of me. Those lips moved down to my throat, neck, and to my chest while his hands flowed around my torso. I was surprised by his next move…
“…Sing once again with me
Our strange duet…”
He sucked my hard, longing nipples on top of my nightgown. I moaned in ecstacy, my knees start to jump and buckle, my head flips left and right with that single blow. He licks on them, while his left hand flows down my butt and caresses it – to calm my spine down. His other hand then proceeds to raise my nightgown up.
He exposes my right breast, while my other flesh ham sits impatiently under the cloth. He just puts his hand on top of it and starts to tease my left nipple. His mouth sucks my other. And as he does, his tongue flicks my hard right nip. I just kept on saying “Oooohhh… Yes, right there…” as he does his thing of pleasuring me.
He circles his left hand around my butt and thighs. They move up to my groin and he explores around that sensitive spot of mine, without touching my dripping pussy. Waves of pleasure just flow up from my toes to my head – and he wasn’t even touching my most private possession.
His mouth then lets loose of my right breast, but his right hand was still teasing my other.
“…My power over you
Grows stronger yet…”
His song just keeps on striking my heart and soul. It’s like that’s how he speaks to me. Every word harmonizes with my lustful feeling. I just won’t let his power over me grow stronger. I moved my hips down to make his hand meet with my pussy. I think it was his pinky that my pussy lips met first, but I moaned so loudly and my back arched in the feeling.
“…And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind…”
As my body slowly relaxed, I opened my eyes and looked down on him. He was kissing my bellybutton. He looked up to me and gave me the most devilish grin. I think that meant…
“Ahhhh! Yesss! Ohhh…” I screamed in ecstacy as he moved his hand on top of my pussy. It was damn wet, I think I heard it slushing with wetness as he rubs them. He then proceeds to rub my clit from outside my panties. It was intervened by long strokes on my pussylips which made me scream even more.
My ears mistake my moans to be harmonized…
“…Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fearI am the mask you wear…”
To which he answered in the most heroic voice…
“…It’s me they hear…”
I felt his hand move up and into my soaking panties. Just the feel of his bare fingers made me buckle again. I think I was moaning loudly enough for all the apartments in the condominium to hear.
He moves his finger in the most rhythmical flow. My pulses and convulsions just flow with his fingers. He slowly puts one finger in. He rubs the lips inside me. He just sings to me as I neared orgasm.
“My spirit and your voice in one combined”
He puts the whole thing slowly but all the way up to my cervix. My thighs choked his left hand inside me while his other lightly pressed against my stomach. He then rubs the top of my vaginal wall, which made me crazy as hell. My hips raised as I approached my climax.
“The phantom of the opera is there…
…Inside your mind”
My eyes closed, my heart raced. I started breathing as if I have an asthma.
“He’s there,
(The phantom of the opera)
Beware,
(The phantom of the opera)”
“Ahhh… yes! Fuck! I’m gonna come,”
“Sing! My angel of music”
“Ahhhhhhhh…. Yeessss… I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” My knees buckled and my thigh raised, my back arcs as I sprayed my love juice all over the phantom’s hand. I opened my eyes…
My hand was inside my panties, dripping wet. My other hand on my left breast. My right breast was exposed. The phantom was nowhere to be found. I relaxed a bit before pulling my soaking hand out of my pussy’s tight, convulsing grasp.
The end. Or is it?
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Hope you people enjoyed it. This is just a taser of more(hopefully better) things to come. Let’s mix up a bit of flavor to my previous posts. Watch out, here he comes, The Phantom of Erotica.
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