I feel your lips ghost against the raspberry buds of my nipples and the sweet peach enticement of my own arousal is the scent that pulls me from the abyss of sleep.
The ocean of wetness flowing between my thighs will not quench the fire in my veins, and your name…
Your name spills from my lips, an unconscious plea as my lashes flutter, fighting impending vivication.
Your name…
A gasp…
An oath…
A sigh…
A prayer…
…on my waking breath.
I stir.
I stretch.
And as I blink awake, the decadence of my delicious dream comes back to me in waves, and I am drowning in sparks of liquid morning heat, burning for you as my day begins.
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This post has been brought to you courtesy of Fatal’s writing prompt, which required that I utilize the following words in a sensual manner: Peach, Ocean, Dream, and Fire.
I find myself craving raspberries all of a sudden
A succulent (suck-u-lent?) snack, indeed. 😉
Strawberries are my favorite though
Ohhhh, brava Madame. I quite enjoy this.
Xoxo
Quite glad you enjoyed it, sweetmeat. Thank you for the accolades. Muah!
My sub once woke me up by giving me oral, and reading this put me right back in that delicious morning. Thank you!
Mmmm… That *is* a delicious way to start the day! 😉