You caught me staring at you today. Well not exactly staring. Longing, rather. Lusting. Hoping. Fucking you in my mind, tracing your rough stubble with my eyes and wondering what it would be like to learn your body’s topography with my eager hands and impatient tongue.
You point out the curve of my stomach and the ripple of my thighs, like these are flaws I need to hide, but what you should realize is that at their meeting, in betwixt and in between, is where thunder and woman c o l l i d e.
I was observing him, he was too quick. He came out when it was all normal for him and finding any indication or sign of harm, he ran back quickly to his home. He felt safe back there in that hole. Again came outside and then again back to the hole. This was his continuous […]
I swear, he was plotting my destruction. Electricity coursed through my body each time his tongue parted me enough to reach where he wanted me to be. He would toy with me, just slightly slipping his hardness between my throbbing folds, his thumb circling my clit between each excruciatingly slow thrust. Impatience bested me in ways I begged against, but […]
When I tell you to be gentle, it is as much a command as when I tell you to be savage. It is loyalty and surrender, trusting that you wont hurt me so much trusting that you wont love me too little.