I want to play… with you.
The touch of you intoxicates me, I can’t get enough of you. I love to hold you in my arms, my hands exploring your curves. Slowly undressing you feeling you skin shiver and prickle under my touch. The breath catching in your throat as you feel the zip fall on your dress and my fingers slip inside. Your eyes closed as my lips prise themselves from your neck, whispering my intent into your ear, preparing your mind, letting you know that you will not leave my grasp until I am sated, until you are empty of strength, and all around you turns to a blurred fog of sexual lusts, pouring over you.
There’s something deeply erotic about feeling your lover’s gasps vibrate through your fingers as you tighten your grip.
You have ways of releasing the animal in me, an animal that likes to feel a writhing, supple young body beneath his thrusting, grunting form, so be careful what you wish for little one…
I know what you secretly crave. You yearn to be treated like toy. A willing puppet in my hands. On your back with your legs in the air, gasping around my choking fingers as I thrust deep into your quivering pussy. It’s ok, you can ask me, and i’ll make sure you never forget it.
There are parts of my mind that burn feverishly for your body. They yearn to touch you, to hold you close, but so much more. They look a you with sexual urging. They want to tear you free of your clothes and grab and squeeze the skin beneath. They want their eager fingers to explore your body from top to toe. Pushing, grinding against you, searching out every little secret you keep hidden. They desire you in every moment. They want to make you scream in pleasure and moan in quiet satisfaction. Those parts of my mind want to make you mine.
I dream of kissing my way over your skin. To follow the journey of my tongue as it weaves a silken route across every curve. Can you feel my breath, lingering gently, coaxing a shiver from you, causing your skin to ripple with affection. Did you stifle a moan little one? Do you feel it building in your throat as you read each word and gaze longingly at the image, my tongue reaching higher, your breath catching, can you feel me baby?