Passion

It has been so long since I have felt passion.
So long since there have been desperate hands touching me, frantic fingers inside me
Since sweat soaked skin was against mine, lips brushing my neck
So long since a mouth was on my mouth, teeth biting at my lips and demanding entry
Passion.
How I have missed passion.
I am not incomplete, I assure you.
I have happiness, long walks under the blue sky, falling asleep with his hand on my hip, his chest against my back.
I have love, words that ring true, acts of sacrifice, all the things that show this is real.
But, I long …my goodness how I long
I long for a hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back
Teeth nipping at my breast, a tongue flicking across my taunt nipple
Hips thrusting as his hard cock slides between my thighs
Hot breath catching as he pushes deeper with every stroke
Wetness flooding both of us as I feel my release,
Strangled words begging me to take his slick cock between my lips
The taste of him filling my mouth as I look up and our eyes meet
Passion
It’s been so long.

-r.d.
12.26.18

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aa58ja/passion

2 comments on “Passion

  1. The fires that won’t quench. They burn all the hotter untended, or maybe more pervasive. Deeper. Beautiful piece in its restless longing.

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