Fire

He was mine and i was his.

We didn't know each other names.

We didn't know anything but the fire that burned in our bodies when we looked at each others. He was just a passing truck driver, i was just a waitress. But the fire was burning in me, in my eyes, in my lips when i touched his, in my exposed breasts, in my heavy breath.

And the fire burned in him as well. I see it, flickering in his eyes, when he watched me. I remember his smile, but i can't remember his face. I remember his taste, but i can't remember his voice. The fire burns and consume everything. It has consumed us as well that night.

I remember his dick entering in me, i remember the waves of pleasures on my back, his primal grunts. And then it was white, only white. His cum, saved from so many hours, devastated my core when it entered in me with the strenght of a tide.

And i burned, every part of me burned.

And i was reborn in the morning sun. Alone, in a small, barely lit room. For just a second i was one with the light and the fire inside me faded away in a tiny little flame.