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| The Direct Approach |
The smell of your hair, combined with your aura’s perfume sends lightning through my loins. I stare at you so hard, and so longingly that after a while I don’t see you; instead I see a mountain of flesh, lust and sex that I want to climb and conquer.
I want you; in its simplest form and explanation, I want you, all of you.
Your hands,
Your thighs,
Your mouth,
Your tongue,
Your legs around my head,
Your lips on my chest,
My feet on the floor with your legs in the air,
Your fingernails in my back,
Your soul in my mouth.
I feel an almost animalistic urge to pull your hair, and transfer my lust to your mind by making you feel the heat that surges through my body. I need to taste your life essence; from your crown to your toes, and all destinations in between.
I want to leave teeth marks on your thighs,
Hand prints on your ass,
Saliva on your clitoris,
Etch marks in your memory.
When you think of me I want you to get a little bit wet and a whole lot horny.
Neither of us have any time for highfaluting words. No time for any “for sooths” and over-romanticised “whenceforths”; just a straightforward statement of what you do to me, and what I’d like to do to you at least four of five times a day.
I want to look dead in your eyes and dream about your skin, your lips, your breasts, your cunt. I want to send your mind a dirty email with a picture that speaks so loudly and vivid to you, that it sparks movement in your waist and your brain.
I want to talk so dirty to you that lust, desire and sex rush to your brain so fast and furious that the only words you can manage to muster up with any semblance of coherence are “fuck me”.
Every sense, muscle and vein in my body is under your control. Use me as you wish, and I will ravage you breathless until we either melt, or our bodies merge, and render us both unconscious.
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