Just something I'm working on, not sure where it will lead if anywhere.
She was furious with herself for still thinking of him. It woke her in the middle of the night sometimes. She would slowly drift into consciousness feeling his skin against hers. The delicate strength of musicians hands coursing over her body, gentle yet forceful and knowing exactly the pressure to illicit so much pleasure mingled with a touch of pain. Waking to realize that the soft yet deeply hungering kiss that had filled her mouth with such warm passionate heat was merely an illusion, she sighed, and wished it back into the realm of dreams. How had she gotten to this point? She had never had trouble forgetting the random hook up before now. But this passion was wholly different. This was a foreign beast. Never had she been so haunted by sexuality.
She lay there in the dark, remembering his kiss, gentle, and teasing, the warmth and softness of his mouth yielding to the forcefulness of his passion, taunting her with his control. Her hands search his body for answers to her own longing. Eyes meet and they tell her that her body is no longer her own. This is his playground now. Hands white knuckled gripping to the wrought iron railing, submission coming in waves. She could barely breathe at times thinking of his fire. The power he holds over her is like none other. Unmistakable rhythm of bodies in time, epiphanies of seduction and sensuality formulating in the pools of sweat between them as moans of revelation escape her lips. Lingering still, she cant escape these desires no matter how far she runs from them.
She begged him to let her escape into his passion, Hide me here in ecstasy a moment longer she pleaded. Let me run my fingertips across your cheek as your lips traverse the expanse of my bodyrolling orgasms under your artful tongue She lost herself in thought, biting slightly at the corner of her lip, nearly drawing blood. His soft precision creates willing and eager submission. The air electrified with her hunger. There is no escape in sight from this prison of sinful desire. Tighter she holds hoping for some glimpse of understanding. Rarely has she been so overpowered by lust. Please let me overcome this she agonizes, but a small part of her adores that unrequited desire building at the base of her spine, sending waves of passion through her at the most inappropriate times
She was furious with herself for still thinking of him. It woke her in the middle of the night sometimes. She would slowly drift into consciousness feeling his skin against hers. The delicate strength of musicians hands coursing over her body, gentle yet forceful and knowing exactly the pressure to illicit so much pleasure mingled with a touch of pain. Waking to realize that the soft yet deeply hungering kiss that had filled her mouth with such warm passionate heat was merely an illusion, she sighed, and wished it back into the realm of dreams. How had she gotten to this point? She had never had trouble forgetting the random hook up before now. But this passion was wholly different. This was a foreign beast. Never had she been so haunted by sexuality.
She lay there in the dark, remembering his kiss, gentle, and teasing, the warmth and softness of his mouth yielding to the forcefulness of his passion, taunting her with his control. Her hands search his body for answers to her own longing. Eyes meet and they tell her that her body is no longer her own. This is his playground now. Hands white knuckled gripping to the wrought iron railing, submission coming in waves. She could barely breathe at times thinking of his fire. The power he holds over her is like none other. Unmistakable rhythm of bodies in time, epiphanies of seduction and sensuality formulating in the pools of sweat between them as moans of revelation escape her lips. Lingering still, she cant escape these desires no matter how far she runs from them.
She begged him to let her escape into his passion, Hide me here in ecstasy a moment longer she pleaded. Let me run my fingertips across your cheek as your lips traverse the expanse of my bodyrolling orgasms under your artful tongue She lost herself in thought, biting slightly at the corner of her lip, nearly drawing blood. His soft precision creates willing and eager submission. The air electrified with her hunger. There is no escape in sight from this prison of sinful desire. Tighter she holds hoping for some glimpse of understanding. Rarely has she been so overpowered by lust. Please let me overcome this she agonizes, but a small part of her adores that unrequited desire building at the base of her spine, sending waves of passion through her at the most inappropriate times
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