Ah, I love Mondays. Behind a text cut as always. 18 and over Please.
The brush of lips, just a taste. Never satisfies. I want more and more. I want the strength of hands at my hips, sliding up my back or down to grab my ass, pulling me closer.
I crave that taste that simmers until it bursts into flame in full vivid color. Heat and desire pull me into your mouth. That slow dance, that bit of seduction as you pull me into you, draw my body against yours.
The first nip of sharp white teeth, catches my lip, bringing a gasp. I knew it was coming but its arrival is always a shock that results in delicious shivers.
I know you’ll make me drown in need before you quench that thirst, bring me from a simmer to a boil until I’m gasping. Gasping and begging.
“I know you’ll make me drown in need before you quench that thirst, bring me from a simmer to a boil until I’m gasping. Gasping and begging.”
by rhian July 2nd, 2007 at 2:04 pmdang woman - you have me gasping.
have i told you lately what an exceptionally gifted writer you are?
Rhian, thank you so much. Truly, what a lovely thing to say.
by laurendane July 2nd, 2007 at 2:57 pmYeah, I can relate.
Or shouldn’t I admit that?
Nicely done, Lauren!
by Susan Helene Gottfried July 2nd, 2007 at 6:58 pmI can see why Rhian raves about you. ;)
by Lisa Andel July 3rd, 2007 at 1:13 pm