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I need I want I yearn
I need… I want… I yearn
Just thinking if you were here right now, just walked in my door! I would just walk up and grab you, pull you to me and mash your mouth against mine as I run my hand down your back and onto your lovely tushie and pull you into me. Now I want to run my hand up under your top. With my other hand I’d pull your head back by the hair, bite your neck & shoulders and squeeze your perky breasts.
I’d love to make you stand facing away from me while I take your tights off, it is so hot, it thrills me so. I’d melt to be jamming my tongue into you from behind, I need more of the taste and slippery slickness of you, wet for me. Perhaps you will relax on the couch for me with your lovely little nighty on and let me finger you hard and fast while I watch your face, your mouth.
I would want you to bite me, suck me, bruise me and leave your marks upon me for they are the souvenirs that would remind me of you when you are gone. I kiss and stroke you too more and more over and over. I’d love the way you moan and your sharp exclamations when I bite you, it would boil my blood.
These thoughts churn and stir the animal in me, your animal, your pet, just for you baby.
I want you to push me onto the couch/bed/floor/against a wall/anywhere you want, let you lick and suck my hard, aching core before I enter you so deep that you take my breath away even as you cry out.
Sit on me facing away on the couch or wherever and do me hard and fast, I’d love to watch myself sliding into you and then out again as you lift away only to plunge down onto me over and over.
Use all our toys, tease me, make me beg for more, I never stop wanting more of you, I want to consume you, as you consume me, consume the world in our passion and lust.
I am your lover, your man, your possesion, use me however you like but use me often, abuse my body, love my soul, affirm me, tell me sweet things, hurt me, leave for a time to do your life, text me, give me the wicked yummy anticipation of more of you, and again, walk in my door.
I need... I want… I yearn
Just thinking if you were here right now, just walked in my door! I would just walk up and grab you, pull you to me and mash your mouth against mine as I run my hand down your back and onto your lovely tushie and pull you into me. Now I want to run my hand up under your top. With my other hand I’d pull your head back by the hair, bite your neck & shoulders and squeeze your perky breasts.
I’d love to make you stand facing away from me while I take your tights off, it is so hot, it thrills me so. I’d melt to be jamming my tongue into you from behind, I need more of the taste and slippery slickness of you, wet for me. Perhaps you will relax on the couch for me with your lovely little nighty on and let me finger you hard and fast while I watch your face, your mouth.
I would want you to bite me, suck me, bruise me and leave your marks upon me for they are the souvenirs that would remind me of you when you are gone. I kiss and stroke you too more and more over and over. I’d love the way you moan and your sharp exclamations when I bite you, it would boil my blood.
These thoughts churn and stir the animal in me, your animal, your pet, just for you baby.
I want you to push me onto the couch/bed/floor/against a wall/anywhere you want, let you lick and suck my hard, aching core before I enter you so deep that you take my breath away even as you cry out.
Sit on me facing away on the couch or wherever and do me hard and fast, I’d love to watch myself sliding into you and then out again as you lift away only to plunge down onto me over and over.
Use all our toys, tease me, make me beg for more, I never stop wanting more of you, I want to consume you, as you consume me, consume the world in our passion and lust.
I am your lover, your man, your possesion, use me however you like but use me often, abuse my body, love my soul, affirm me, tell me sweet things, hurt me, leave for a time to do your life, text me, give me the wicked yummy anticipation of more of you, and again, walk in my door.
I need... I want… I yearn
Published 6th Jan 2013
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