Tonight I am hot skin and fevered half-dreams, ragged breaths and raw lust. My heart beats in counter-rhythm to the rain that pounds against my windowpane, the taps against the glass hammering home the transparent divisions between us.
Distance and damnation.
Memories of things to come.
My nipples are on fire for the quenching cool of your mouth and the heat pools in my womb, exacerbating the throb between my thighs.
I ache for you.
I can feel my heartbeat vibrating under every inch of my skin.
Steady.
Pulsing.
Sure.
Stroking my fingers over the creamy folds of my pussy, I feel my heartbeat, gentle and strong against the sensitive tissues of my warm wet walls and I think to myself…
I’d rather feel yours.
Passion is alive and palpable here in this write.
I’ve been under a huge amount of stress lately, and now that things are calming down a bit I think my bod is revving up. 😉
#hotmessexpress
Hahaha– well, stress acts on your body very much like a rubber band — once it lets up, the fun part starts. 😀
That Twitter hashtag had some interesting entries. 😀
Oh my Ms.Fever, you do have a way with words. I guess that’s why they say, “The brain is the most powerful sex organ”… But still, I’d rather be feeling yours 🙂
Thanks for the compliment. 🙂
(And I’ll assume that by “feeling yours” you weren’t referring to my brains. 😉 )
Hahaha!!! … No Ms.Fever, I wasn’t talking about your brains 😉