Platonic relationship? beware!

Well, for me it did not work, though happened unknowingly (like I did not know that I was into this girl) but I have to admit that later I wished hard to make out superbly with her.

When she was gone, my fantasies about her grew more and I imagined myself making her beg for sex. Enjoying my fantasy, I approach her and rip apart all of her clothes. She want me to kiss her gently but the desires in me are monstrous, I lick all of her curves and caves with vigor and then suck her tong. I want to suck all of her grace,elegance with which she had been able to make me beg for gaining physical pleasure with her.

In my arms she is nothing more than slave to my lustrous desire. Her reptilian, fulsome body is pressed against my muscles and loosing its shape as my muscles are engraving its impressions upon her flesh.

Each and every end of my body, be it my finger, my tounge or my endeared third foot (yeah, it grew as large and heavy as if it was my third and most important foot for time being) want to reach the deepest, darkest area of her body ,all at once and at the same time.

Each these ends of my body exploded one by one her gracious cave ruthlessly. Then came King-of-the-King, the most cruel third-foot ever, to engulf each cell of her cave.

My fantasy ends with me having torn apart each of organism in her, with me still unsatisfied and starting all over again on her for zillion more times.