You stand naked before me, with the thickness of your length, towering outward before my eyes, bouncing high in the air with pulsation’s of anticipation.

Its veins thick from fast flowing blood, flowing up to its big bright blade…

Your eyes stare in a fixate glance, that seems to swallow all of me at once as your ample fingertips patiently wait at your side. Knowingly they will soon be roaming freely, endlessly, across the vastness of the exposed flesh of my body, climbing my hills, walking through my valleys, and diving into the current of my secret river…

My expose tongue wets my lips, as your fingertips awaken my flesh, in anticipation, of your first touch…

It weighted heavy in my hand, even heavier on my mind,as my mind dwelled on its size inside me stretching my small space wider then it has every been, pushing against my depths and still have length to spare.

But at the same time, it was still intriguing, its size had my mouth drooling, my womb spilling over with dampness, as my mind played the scene of him taking me from behind and sliding his bright sword deep inside my heat, making me scream in passion pain; making my river run down my thighs, from the sharp surreal sensations between my legs, making my back curl, my hips bulk, as my knees go weak as he thrust all so deep inside my pink wet dragon with reckless abandonment…

But for now I’m happy just holding a firm grip on it, sliding my fingers up and down the flesh of its smooth taut girth, feeling the power of its deep pulsation’s in the palm of my hand, while I day dream about my pink dragon being slain many times, by his big bright blade…