The Edge of Ecstacy [Letter] [F]

My Love,

With the exception of a few moments… you have self control in Spades. Everything from your tone while you speak to your facial expression is measured. Your attention to detail is immaculate.

I am the opposite of you. I am loud, I roll my big green eyes at every given opportunity. Where you keep a neutral expression, I wrinkle my nose, scowl, and sigh. My attention to detail could use some help. These leggings are a testament to loving an article of clothing too much with faded thighs and microtears. I think this is maybe some kind of almond butter on my shirt? I’m wearing my house slippers because I walked out this afternoon wearing them and didn’t realize it until I had unlocked my car door.

Today, you could be my polar opposite. If I were orange, you would be blue. Your slacks are perfectly pressed and not wrinkled. Even though they are a slightly different shade from your vest, it flows. Your shirt is crisp, fresh, it looks brand new. You don’t just wear the suit, you own it with a certain level of panache. All without ever coming across as arrogant.

But maybe for an instant I want you to be the well dressed villain. Knock the usually so smug grin from my plump, pink lips. Make me want as I have you. I know I have teased, pressed, and pushed you so close to that animalistic edge with my double edged comments and the sly facial expressions to match. A few harmless remarks and I’m in your head, but you make it so easy, like leaving a door unlocked.

If I drag you to the edge of ecstacy with me, I won’t feel so selfish about wanting my pussy lips to kiss my fingers and coat them with honey. If I drag you out of your stoic prison, I won’t have to be so selfish with my fingers circling my clit as I am now.

Replace your self control with the run amok lust that you had when you told me you needed me to yourself…. *I need you. I need you all to myself so I can treat your body like a favorite instrument. Careful and lovingly, but knowing exactly what to do to elicit the sounds I want to hear. Touching, fingering, and manipulating your body fills me with joy and strokes the flames of desire within myself…*

I am at the edge of ecstacy, there is no looking back. I can’t cage my lust, I’m sorry, I tried. My fingers in my pussy don’t feel as good as yours do. My moans are half hearted and hollow. Come dance with me at the edge of ecstacy, make me moan for real.

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