The Dark Lady

THE DARK LADY

The dark lady owns the room,
Her beauty unrivalled.
Her aura intoxicates the gathered crowd,
All preying to be caught in her gaze for just one solitary moment.
To have her notice them, a precious dream,
A dream few will ever realise as her head is rarely raised,
Lost in her own world.
A world of lust, blood and death,
A world she loves.

As so many times before
She brushes past me,
It’s like I’m not there, she doesn’t care,
On her way to the solitary seat where only she resides.
If it was anyone else I may have said something,
Caused a scene,
But not to her, no-one ever does,
She lives by rules we are not worthy to follow.
To do so much as stare at her would be a mark of disrespect,
An act of pure shame,
For she is beauty untouchable.

Every Friday night here she comes
This dark run down club
Why,
Is it her escape?
What solace does she find here alone?
I can’t imagine.
Yet I do the same
As do so many others here,
We all come for the same reason,
Her.
One perfect vision.
Her flowing red hair, the colour of crimson blood.
Her perfectly formed body, with the curves in all the right places,
Snugly confined in her laced satin Basque.
Her eyes, though only seen in our dreams deep, blue and piercing.
The unmistakeable sound of her steel heeled, thigh high, leather boots as she announces her presence to the room,
Never failing to draw the attention of us,
Her willing slaves.
Whether we be male or female,
We love her,
Our Goddess.

The hours pass as alone she listens to the pulsating din of her beloved gothic music.
Only rising from her seat to order up another drink,
Each time the same red concoction,
Strong in alcohol though with seemingly no effect on her feminine ways,
A true lady is she.

As the night ends she approaches,
One last drink her reason, it must be.
As she lines up by my side at the bar
Her soft loving hand covers mine
As she slowly raises her head to reveal her beautiful face, those eyes.
A stunned silence seems to obliterate the din of the raging rock music
Followed quickly by gasps of pure astonishment.
With no need for words, she takes my hand and leads me to the exit.
Everyone stares in awe and jealousy as we leave,
She always leaves alone, this is not normal, wrong,
But for now at least she appears mine and I forever hers.

A carriage pulls up as we leave the doors of the club behind us,
Beautifully designed and hand crafted,
Pulled by two powerful black stallions and controlled by the man of no face.
She whispers to me in my mind,
Finally together we are alone.
Reaching for my hand she guides my fingers over her firm, soft breasts, down over her clothes slowly to her thighs,
I want you she says without speaking a word.
She tilts her head towards mine to instigate that first loving kiss,
A kiss that seems to last forever, though still not long enough.
A kiss you’d kill for, to live within eternally.
Her soft touch caresses me, loosening up my belt as my hands move across the beauty of her body,
Two souls lost in the foreplay of passion.
As we slowly disrobe from the confines of our clothing the carriage seems to pick up speed, racing off into the dark of night, though all the time barely aware.
Lost in perfect moment after perfect moment,
Can this really be happening?

As we lock in a passionate embrace, she gently kisses me,
Teasing me as the soft kiss turns into a seductive biting of my lower lip all the time stroking my hardened state.
She slowly falls to the carriage floor
And like an animal possessed takes my erect manhood in her sultry mouth.
I must back fight hard my uncontrollable desire,
For such arousal, an experience no man has ever felt.

Not yet her mind tells me.
As she rises her pristine form from the floor
Clad only in her leather boots
She climbs to straddle over me
Relax my love she speaks as she guides me in to her waiting ocean of love.
Her tight wet hole, hungrily enveloping me as she gently rocks back and forth on my groin.
I want you she says as her motion becomes more vigorous.
In a reaction of passion I wrap my hands around her slim waist and grind her hard against me, before sliding them over to grab her perfect round butt.
Screams of her pleasure echo around the carriage as we savagely ravage each other,
Faster, deeper, harder.
The carriage now racing forever faster.
Then in her moment of purest pleasure she whimpers,
Cum for me my love
With that all control is lost as I can no longer contain myself
I thrust her tight wet heaven hard one last time
As I spill my hot juices deep inside my love,
My most perfect darling love.

A few moments of pure ecstasy come and pass, then silence
Followed by what can only be described as a never ending blackness, the type you only experience when entering a large tunnel,
A tunnel where escape seems futile.
A few more seconds pass, still darkness.
Then like a rocket accelerating through the atmosphere
A break of light from the night moon illuminates the carriage,
All sign of her gone.
Where can she be?

The carriage grinds to a sudden stop
As violently the doors open.
Looking out in to the night
I scream out for her but there is no sign.
As I lower myself down out the carriage I see the driver is also gone.
In a panic and consumed by desire I start to search for her,
All the time screaming for her to come back to me but no answer is returned.
Then without warning a harrowing scream breaks the nights silence
The two stallions keel up and roar
As they once again race off into the darkness of night.
Disappearing in an aura of unexplicable light.
Astonished and emotional I fall to the ground,
Unsure of my nights experience as I find myself
Once again alone.
Did this really happen,
Was I dreaming,
Could she be really real or has the sanity of my heart betrayed me?
I guess we’ll see next Friday.