Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
“What does it take to inspire you?”
He asked.
“I need to fall in love,” she replied.
“Surely there must be an easier way,”
he retorted.
“Why, I have already fallen in love twice today,” she answered,
“First, when I set my eyes upon the
ever precipitous mountains that surround us,
guarding us like the skin that stretches along our bones,
and second,
with the uncertainty in your voice when you asked
if there is anything easier than falling in love.”
— n. o. —
I caress and rub my clit as though it were my body against yours. And just like that, I am a throbbing wet mess. I am a hungerfuck of need.
I am your rosy-cheeked moaning lover of sweet sweet ness.
Of course you made me cum… how could I not?
It doesn’t take much for me to moan when I feel this slick from my soft that glistens on the inside of my softest of sweet thighs.
I sigh as my clothes lift and separate from my body.
I cum watching your blushing need rush straight to your head.
It doesn’t take much for my jaw to clench when my fingers trace your skin and for my lips – the ones I shaved mere hours ago for you – to begin to swell with dewy drip.
I moan and bite my lip, fingering myself for you.
I cum just thinking about you.
It doesn’t take much for my nipples to harden and my back to arch and my legs to spread and my ass to lift and my clit to fill and thrum and more moaning more more more I say in whispers, just like I breathlessly adore your name.
I gasp touching myself for you.
I cum remembering you.
Fuck.
I cum and cum and cum for you.
At any moment, you have a choice,
that either leads you closer to your spirit
or further away from it.
— Thich Nhat Hanh —
You are the only
magic
I know of
that shows power
without taking any
away
in the process.— Tyler Knott Gregson —
Where I want you…
