Do you have any idea how much I wish I could taste you? To swirl my tongue in circles as my fingers gently open you up to my suckling lips. My mouth devouring you feverishly as your fingers scrabble at the bed sheets and your back arches towards the heavens. Oh my dear how I’ve dreamt of bringing you countless pleasures, beyond your wildest imagining!!
Have you ever had that hard, passionate, lusty sex? Has a man ever taken the time to satisfy you completely? Has the mere grunt from his mouth sent shivers down your spine? Has he ever man-handled you with a stiff softness that made you melt? Did you see the pleasure in his eyes as he used your body? Did he hold you spell bound for hours as he brought you crashing over the edge? Tell me Miss, would you like to….?
It’s a simple thing really. I dream, yearn and wish to throw you over my kitchen table and have my way with you! To pleasure you, to please you, to drain every ounce of energy from your body in a rapid, frantic, carnal activity.
I think it’s passed due that I gave your body the workout that you truly need, what do you say sweetheart?
I know it’s improper for me to ask, but would you…? I need it, just a little taste. A swirl of my tongue, delicate and gentle. I will make you feel good, of that I promise. So…would you…?
Through the words that escape my lips and the benign smile on my face, my mind is reeling. I look into your eyes as the room floats by us with inane conversations of people we don’t know. The yearning heat of my passion wants me to steal you away, conjured by imagery devoid of manner and ceremony. I wish to be naked and raw with you. To feast on your very body and devour your inhibitions. In a moment I close my eyes and see you writhing like a Greek nymph dancing on my tongue. Shouting, cursing words that don’t make sense in the cold light of day. My eyes open and I am returned to the room, my hands empty of you, but your taste still on my lips.
Don’t ever mistake my calm manner for one of gentlemanly grace. Beneath this soft exterior beats a fiery heart. I can be fierce, guttural in my intentions towards you. I am still fuelled by a passionate lust to hold you tight as I take you forcibly. Feeling every breath through my fingers as they clasp your throat. My hand pawing at your body as I take grip for another thrust. Feed the animal I keep caged inside, let him roam free and feast on you. For in the morning, you will once again rest in the arms of the gentleman that is me.
Is there a better moment than feeling the sun’s rays caressing your back. Your lips clasped to your lover’s neck as you softly rock against her yearning body. The sweet moaning escaping her lips and travelling smoothly over your ear as her hands hold you closer, words intelligible, yet so clear. Begging for you, crying out for you in perfect ecstasy.