I want to get naked with you! You, with your delicious words and your pretty pictures, sent to me through the space of hundreds of miles, carried by invisible waves until they reach my eyes and make them widen in delight. They make me wonder and imagine, the filthy possibilities playing out in my mind in tiny flashes like lightning. They make me wet.
I want to feel the heat of your skin against mine, the solid weight of your body pressing into me. I want to feel your curves, your bumps, your soft and your hard. I want to feel the grip of your fingers on my flesh and the wetness of your mouth as it desperately finds mine, leaving my lips tingling and forever changed by that first kiss.
I want to drink in your scent, of skin and breath and sweat and hair, and memorize the unique concoction so I can recall it later as my hand sinks lower, lower. Let me taste you with tongue and teeth. From head to toe, I’ll explore you, read you like a map and find all your hidden caverns. I’ll swallow it whole, that gorgeous thing you teased me with, a work of art carved from flesh and muscle. My lips will appreciate its beauty, a treasure to be devoured with skill and reverence.
I want to hear you. I want to listen. You words, transformed from tiny black and white shapes, will carry a tune that I want to learn. Yes, whisper in my ear. Grunt and moan and heave. Tell me I feel good. Tell me you want me. Become that animal you described so eloquently, so brazenly, that mindless creature, rutting and needy and powerful. Put your hand on my throat and look me in the eye. Do it. Squeeze. Feel my pulse beneath your fingers, the power you have over me.
I want you to lick me. From neck to collarbone, belly to thighs. How will your mouth feel on my clit? Will you lick long and slow like a cat or will you leave feather soft touches like bird’s wings? Will your fingers graze me softly or will you delve into me with fervor? Make me come so hard I scream, my thighs squeezing around you. Kiss me and fill my mouth with my own taste.
I want to feel you inside me, stretching and filling, reaching all of those parts of me that haven’t been touched in so long. I want to learn your rhythm, your cadence, your patterns. Will we fit together like puzzle pieces? Scratch your nails down my back, painting me in pink stripes. Tangle your fingers in my hair and pull. Hurt me so it feels good.
Just fuck me now, please.
Well if that doesn’t bring results, I don’t know what will.
Thank you!
So passionate and sexy, I really enjoyed the imagery that comes from your writing 🙂.
Thanks PS!
Great Time. Thanks again
You’re most welcome!