It’s been a while. I have to admit, I kinda missed you.
I get off just knowing that you are scrolling through the recesses of my mind, seeing my lustful inner demons on full display for anyone to take note.
Each new articulated passionate rambling getting you closer and closer, to me, to yourself. Squirming in your settled comfort as you go from damp to moist to soaking wet.
Curl up with a big dose of my sinful passion tonight, Kitten. My arrogance is downright obnoxious at times, yet still, you are rounding second on yourself and your hand is starting to wander. Go ahead, give it a good nice lick.
Tastes delicious, doesn’t it?
Feels good touching her, doesn’t it?
Smooth bald shaved head with a little stubble on my face and hazel iris just painting a picture with an eyebrow lift to send you into twist-your-hips-mode.
If I could, I would, but I can’t, so I won’t. But, if I could, I’d yank you by your slutty fucking hair and bring heaven and hell together in your sensitive parts to make you cry out like a banshee. Slapping you red and forcing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until you barely can peel yourself off the hardwood floors.
If I could. But I won’t. But still, I sure like to think about it.
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