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While I’d love to whisper my long list of how I want you to touch me, right now, I just want to inhale you and tell you how much I miss you.
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One day, for a few moments of our time, it will be as if no one else exists but you and I…
Anais Nin
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From my corner I listen and learn. Not allowed to know your touch, I can only absorb the sounds of your words to her and her cooing replies . Every sigh testing my restraint. I can smell her heat and mine alike and it’s almost too much to bear. My body is screaming for just a taste, just the gentlest touch to bring me release from this hell. I want to be between the two of you so badly that the desire is almost enough to overcome my resentment of her.
That’s your point isn’t it? To build my passion and desire until I lose that silly, competitive, dominant female ego. You know exactly what I truly need. To let my body speak louder than my mind. To just blindly feel, to be deeply satisfied and content with a physical release…
Entice me. Seduce me again with your erotic words.You bring to me a primal passion few can understand. As of late, you’ve been too quiet and still. Sheltered there in your little dark corner.
It’s been so long since I’ve intentionally stepped into the web of a master manipulator. I find I enjoy the contest. Risking the sticky, deadly lines you’ve put before me. Tenderly tapping to find the safest path. I’m not bothered stepping over the remnants of beautiful moths that have been devoured and discarded as trash. You and I both know how tempting and dangerous a warm light can be.
In truth, I only want to know if you can manipulate my body as well as your beautifully laid threads engage my mind. I will dance this dance, if it means finally, at long last, I will have you naked, sweating and breathless underneath me. After all, I am the female of our kind…
The dreams always seem to begin like this. Before the door can be closed, I am almost naked and pressed impatiently against you. Starving to taste you, to touch you, to feel your passion.
Eyes covered, body open and eager… Torrents of thoughts racing… the anticipation is almost too overwhelming to remain quiet and still.
