Talk dirty to me, Baby.
My sexual enchanter,
Lead me through debauchery
With the naughtiest of banter.
Let’s have a digital dalliance!
Let’s have a little flirt!
On the whispers of transience.
Oh, what could it hurt?
Pursue me and undo me!
Oh, Sir, I do submit!
Use me and abuse me!
Reveal your filthy wit.
Whisper your secret fires
In the middle of hot nights.
Let me fill your desires
With my lustful delights.
Fingers trace, tease and prod
As we imagine it would be
If we could live out our flawed,
Darkest deeds of lechery.
But hark!, ’tis only a game-
nothing more than a lustful tryst;
Fetishes of flesh with no shame
And fulfilling a passion missed!
Hedonistically we explore;
Thirsty for deep and hungry for
Nearly touching something more
Hidden, lost within our core.
Unfettered corporal carnality
Untamed my capricious salacity.
We sweat with indulgent brutality
In unmatched wanton avidity.
But warn me this:
Between the moans
And through the bliss
And after the groans
After the grunting
We lose our edge;
Our keenness blunting.
Fantasy on precarious ledge!
Oh cursed! La Petite Mort!
Provocatively reaping your tax!
It’s love you cleverly distort
Swaying hearts as we climax.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o4g24u/unrationed_passion