I Want to Feel You

Cover me in darkness, I want to feel you. Stroke your palms across my skin, raising goosebumps as I sink into your touch. Pet me until I purr for you. Pinch me, grabbing the thick skin of my ass between your fingers so that I jump and twitch between your hands. Pull my nipples. Twist them until I cry out for mercy, my toes squinching against the cool air clawing for relief. Scratch your fingernails down my back, leaving eight stripes of fire from shoulder to rump that pull at my spine, arching me from the bed like an exorcism. Bite me with your teeth, leaving marks I will later trace over, pushing in hard to feel that soreness, a reminder.

Confound me with sensation, keep me guessing. Move from my tits to my toes, tickling and torturing your way across the landscape of my body. Give me pleasure with soft sweet touches, rub me the way you know I like, the way that makes me gasp and twitch. Give me pain so sweet that I cry, tears drowning my darkened eyes. Make my body dance for you, a marionette, my strings are yours to pull.

Make me into what you need, a vessel, a sopping hole, a throbbing tunnel. Mold me, knead me, shape my form to fit yours. Spread me wide, stretch me out, prod me with your tools, your fingers, and your cock. Find my soft spots, the deep caverns that welcome you warmly and wetly. Tell me how good I feel, how my holes are properly prepared, how they open just for you. You have the key to unlock my gate, enter me, I belong to you.

Take me somewhere else, away from me, away from reality. Quiet my mind with your hands. I will be your  simple piece of flesh, a moaning lump of fat and bone and muscle and blood that reacts only to your touch. My thoughts belong to you, my wishes are yours. I exist only for you. My body is your toy. Play with me. I want to feel you. I want to feel everything.