I’m longing. For rubbing my feet against your. Inside blanket.
The cold outside notwithstanding, my body is cold only when it’s not touching your softness.
Why, you ask? My hard on can no longer be tamed by anything other than the depths of your core.
Beast needs unfurling it’s wings and what better place than your dripping wet feminine!
Can it be not that simple? Just a raw unhinged craving of submerged bodies..
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rv6htb/raw_desire_mf_18_years_and_older