Water laps my chin in the empty vivarium. Naked, chained to that heavy truck tire. Suicide setup perfect. Salamanders freed earlier, now it’s my turn to drown. But fuck, the view clears. Apartment across lights up. She strolls naked. Perky tits bounce. Long legs. My cock twitches hard instantly.
Water rises. I hold breath, peek. She slips into robe, thigh high, no panties? Heart pounds. Chain chokes. Nose barely above. She flips, ass cheeks smooth, perfect. Blind under water, I yank tire up—buoyant now. Gasp air. She spreads, dark bush hints. Hand on thigh. My dick throbs, rigid.
The Awakening
Water surges again. Herculean lift, tire crashes out. Choke, crawl, find keys. Free. Lights off over there. Kneel, stroke furious. Imagine pinning her, sucking tits, slamming in. She fights, teases—dance first, like salamanders. Edge close, collapse spent but no cum. Wait, no—dry heaves of denial.
Dawn hits. Cock aches anew. No more release. Ever. Salamanders mate quick after ritual dance. Me? I’ll dance forever. Shut faucet. Dress wet. Stroke through pants, tease glans. Slow, fast, stop. Half hour torment, her ass in mind. Doorbell—firemen from leak. Saved by bell.
Balls scream after week one. Vivarium mattress now bed. Binoculars spy nightly. She strips once—curves burn brain. Neon blue light, I pose hard cock to window, midnight show. Streets next: every chick hot now. Fuck fronts or asses? Whores tempt. Pick lookalike. Fingers trace her. She sucks—panic! Knee her accidental. Rage out, but lust chases. Nearly rape her. Run home, balls blue fire.
Control grows. Lie still, tense-release muscles. Cock skyward, vision explodes cosmic. Edge of void.
Casino night. Jetons fly. Yellow-dressed black beauty laughs wild. ‘Miss Salamander.’ Chat, flirt animal rites. Walk river, hand-hold, giggles. Cheek kiss home. Sleep deep first time.
She frees me. Beetle jokes, wall leaps. Bench kiss shocks. Neck sniff: ‘Smell picks mates.’ Tongues tangle, hearts race. Nightly hugs public. Work waits her; I surprise post-office.
The Climax and Secret
One night, door grind halts us. Hands under shirts, hips grind. ‘Come in.’ Bed slow. Clothes shed. Skin electric. Tip in shallow, tongue nipple hard. Tease deep, pull out. She cries ecstasy. Finger finish her. Watch sleep, stroke self no cum.
Midnight wake. Spoon fuck, hold edge. Hours tease. No condoms needed—win.
The Act
Week five, beast rages. Shower, shave, suit. Casino Salamander glows. River tales, animal plays. Lips meet benches. Groin presses. Doorway doom: inside tumble. Carpet frenzy. Dawn, naked pile. Cover her gentle. Sniff heaven. But fuck—I came. Deep inside. Raw seed shot.
The Secret
Phone buzzes 2AM. Her whimper: ‘Come.’ Dash over. Tears? Robe thin. Arms crush. Carpet roll. Pussy swallows whole. Thrust wild, no hold. Balls slap. She claws back. Flood her creamy. Risky bliss. No pullout. Life pulses in. Back home, grin secret. Dared the unsayable. Alive, balls empty triumph. Her womb? Who knows. Thrill owns me.