Crazy sexy astral Amy

It’s a dark stormy night and you’re cuddled up tight with the rain beating down, now, just turn off the light pull the throw to your chin, make a tent and within in your freedom just gently strip down to the skin. So you’re lying there bare, take the clip from your hair, shake your head and release all those tresses so fair. Now it’s just you alone snuggled up on your throne with the throw to  your chin in the skin that you own. You can wiggle and wind your impatient behind on the sofa’s soft pile as you set in your mind a hot vision of he who is down on one knee just a towel round his waist as he’s waiting to see just what you’d like stroked, should he kiss on your throat, is there some spell to cast that will help you to float? Is there some place to rub that will get to the nub of the tension you long to release from the hub of your soul, of the deep hidden whole of your being, the slow rhythmic pounding that’s filling you, seeing the ache in your heart and the lust in your loins and the pressure it bears on your chest and the stress that you long to shake off as you feel through your breast the sweet tingle of love the soft wings of a dove as he comes down to fan your damp brow from above. Now the heat of your man and the warmth of his hand has impelled you, compelled you to float free of land and be dreamily lazing as if on a cloud, all the hairs on your body are tingling and proud to be honoured and treated so gently and fine may your body now mingle with mine and entwine.