Look at you.
That wrap-front muscle that stretches from the front of your groin around to your hip flexor — the one I call your fuck muscle — that muscle —
Twitching.
Your heartbeat thumping — against the inside of your wrist, the veins at your throat, the head of your cock.
Poor baby.
So hard. So… on edge.
You’re dripping, you know. Sweat lightly beading against your brow, the tang-water of want stinging your eyes.
Precum leaking out of your swollen head, sliding down your cock.
You want me to be sliding down your cock instead, don’t you? I can see it in your expression. That give-away please fighting with the primal, animal need-to-fuck emotions are doing their sharp-knife primitive dance inside your eyes.
You don’t have to tell me what you want. I know.
You want the tight slick of cunt-enveloping-cock, the urgent hot of ohGodYES.
But…
No.
You want it, I know.
You need it, you crave it. Even in your waking hours, you dream of it.
You dream of the tortuous erotic un-satisfaction of “no” even more though, don’t you?
Well, my love…
Keep dreaming.
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For the current Revelations prompt: Heartbeat
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