On Gossamer Wings

 

    Gossamer wings, so thin, they were almost see-through, fluttered 

furiously, sparkling in the moonbeams as Leila hovered over the 

sleeping giant. She eyed his huge erection which pointed at the 

heavens. Legend stated that if she had deep enough conviction and 

strong desire, a coupling between them would be possible. 

    She swooped in to get a closer look at his cock, eyeing the 

precum that pooled at its tip, wanting to taste it, to lick, to 

swallow. She wanted to take it into her mouth, feel its ridges, 

encircle the helmet with her tongue.

    Her filmy dress did little to conceal her hardened nipples or her 

nakedness. The air from her flight didn't cool her loins, which 

burned with need for this slumbering man. 

    Leila flew closer, opened her legs, imagining herself dropping 

onto his member, its girth filling her, rubbing her inner folds, 

stirring her juices. His manhood would thrust in and out, massage her 

pearl, her secret center, before completely engulfing her in a fiery 

passion. 

    She wanted to soar with the stars. Her sex desired it, her body 

needed it. 

    A droplet of her dew slithered down the strands of her silky 

thatch, and splashed into his pool, to mingle with his elixir. 

    The giant stirred, his gray eyes opened, a smile formed, twisting 

the corners of his mouth. His tongued snaked across his lips, 

inviting her in.

    No words were spoken, Leila was driven with lust, and desire. As 

their gaze locked, her wings, ever so gently, eased her onto his 

hardened member. It fit inside her perfectly. She leaned forward, 

their mouths touched, lips parted, tongues danced.

    Leila sighed, he moaned, and angels sang as the giant and the 

fairy became one.