Beautiful Disaster

   I was lying on my sofa, entrenched in my latest Bukowski novel when I heard a soft knock at the door. I walked over and opened it to find Taylor standing in my doorway. We locked eyes. She flashed the smile that had captivated me months ago on the screen of my laptop. She was slender. Her white T-shirt was tucked snuggly into her faded blue jeans accentuating how slim she was. Her long, blonde, flowing hair was angelic. I had already fallen in love with Taylor; or as much as one could fall in love based simply on facebook chats, skype, and the occasional phone call. Four months after meeting online, she took a ten hour road trip from Knoxville, Tennessee and was standing at my front door.
    “Hi, Chicago,” she said, in the sweetest southern accent I had ever heard.
   “Hey, baby,” I said, grabbing her by the waist.
   I kissed her. While it was meant to be just a greeting kiss, it turned out to be the beginning of a make out session in my doorway. Taylor’s lips were as sweet as I had always imagined them. Her skin was smooth and soft. It was obviously the skin of a woman who had taken care of her complexion over the years.
   I decided to bring in her luggage from just outside the front door. I took the bags upstairs to my bedroom. She followed. I placed her bags along the far wall and I turned around and right into Taylor’s arms and lips. We embraced, kissing deeply. Our tongues connected harmoniously and within seconds I was fully aroused. We had talked about this moment many times and I had always gotten hard then as well. Her raw sexuality got my blood flowing every time whether it was via computer or phone. As our bodies pressed together, I could feel my cock growing and stiffening. She pulled back from our kiss, again showed me that precious smile.
   “You weren’t kidding all those times you told me that you were suddenly hard, were you?” asked Taylor.
   “I don’t kid about hard-ons, baby.”
   “Well, let’s see how truthful you were about your size, Chicago.”
   “Like I said, baby, I don’t kid about hard-ons.”
   “I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, while getting down on her knees.
   She unbuttoned my Levi’s, then she unzipped me. She pulled down my jeans and boxers all at once to reveal my throbbing cock. Taylor stripped out of her T-shirt to expose her smaller than average but perfect breasts. I generally enjoy larger tits but on a slender figure such as hers, large tits look unnatural and phony. Taylor’s tits were perfect on her.
   She locked her emerald eyes on mine and I read pure lust in her. She grabbed me and I just about exploded from just her touch. She opened wide and took half of me into her mouth. The warmth was a heavenly feeling. Her eyes remained connected to mine throughout. She expertly licked up and down both sides of my cock, driving me wild. Then she engulfed me back into her mouth as deep as she could handle. Muffled moans could be heard in the vicinity of my cock. I wanted to make a good first impression on her. Show her I can last. It was ultimately a fool’s errand. I hadn’t cum in a few days. Not since we last spoke on the phone.
   “I’m going to cum, Taylor!”
   Her eyes left mine as she focused on making me cum. She took it out of her mouth and started stroking it vigorously. She knew from our phone conversations that the dirtier she talked, the harder and faster I would explode.
   “Defile me! Treat me like the filthy little slut that I am! Shoot your hot fucking jizz all over my face!”
   My balls tightened as she pumped the cum from my cock. I was spraying all over her pretty face. Some ended up on her chest. She looked absolutely beautiful. She was intoxicated on a speedball of cum and lust and drunk on her sexual powers of persuasion. She stood up and we kissed. A deep meaningful kiss.
   “I came without even being touched,” she said, “I’m going to shower and unpack. When I’m finished I fully expect to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening naked in bed together.”
   “As long as I get to tongue fuck your pussy and your sweet ass, you’ll get no argument from me.”
   “And if I don’t let you?”
   “I’ll just have to take you by force,” I said.
   “You’re going to make me really fucking wet again with that kind of talk.”
   “Well you better get in the shower and unpack then. Otherwise, I don’t foresee either of those two things happening until at least tomorrow.”
   “Chicago?”
   “Yes, dear?
   “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
   “I love you too, baby.”
   We kissed deeply again and I tasted myself on her lips. She was satisfied. So was I. We both knew that the situation would be a beautiful disaster. Neither of us cared.