Maddening
It’s maddening. Feather-soft, perfect-pressure synchronized strokes of his tongue, repeating without waver in raindrop-rhythm, set my body alight. Creamy wet thickly drips
It’s maddening. Feather-soft, perfect-pressure synchronized strokes of his tongue, repeating without waver in raindrop-rhythm, set my body alight. Creamy wet thickly drips
I am liquid slick, boiled down under the flame of your fingers. Molten, steamy. Slow burn reduction, simmering under your touch. I am raw senses and quivering heat, pinprick pleasure… Read more »
Blue-black visions swim against my eyelids as I swim to consciousness, fingertips dipping beneath my waistband in somnambulent insistence, trailing fire against sensitive flesh, seeking sweet relief. I am slick…. Read more »
Soft sweeps of air feather over my fevered skin, the rotating blades above the bed providing sweet relief from the heat burning inside of me. Half asleep, my fingers become… Read more »