Is it so wrong?
To want to be desired?
To desire being lusted after?
To lust after the heat of passion?
Maybe it’s only wrong to want it so much… To burn with unquenchable fire while drowning in circumstance.
I don’t even care anymore! If it’s wrong, then so be it! But I have to have it!
There has to be a day when someone looks at me with naked, unabashed wanton desire in their eyes, when they see more than a few extra pounds and the strands of grey flashing thru my auburn hair. When their raging storm of lust tempers my burning passion into something unbreakably strong and enduring.
I want to feel that. I want to feel their stare from across the room, to see that carnal look shining in their eyes as they devour my too curvy body. I want to feel my heartbeat flutter as they cross the room towards me, like a moth drawn to the light. I want to feel the heat of their breath as they whisper in my ear, the hand lingering on my back, the warmth radiating from their closeness.
I want to feel my face flush slightly as they make a suggestion to move somewhere more intimate, away from the world. I want to feel the promise of something special in those words, see the challenge in those eyes and send it back with every aspect of my being.
I want to appear, somewhere secluded and quiet, so I can hear their every deep breath, their gasps, their moans.. I want trailing fingertips that know when to grasp tight, I want that sweetness that knows how to blur into firmness, I want to feel like the only 2 people alive so that no one else can feel as good as we do in that moment.
I want to feel your pulse race as I press my lips against your throat. I want to feel your body shudder as my tongue finds every sensitive little spot. I want to feel your tension as my nails drag along your skin.
But more than anything, more than oxygen, I want to feel you slowly push into me, I want to feel every nerve tingle as the tip of your hard, pulsing cock slides into my warm, wet centre. I want to feel the stretch of those intimate walls as you push them back. I want to feel the gasp of burning air pass my lips as you seat yourself even deeper.. and when it feels like it can’t possibly get any better, I want to feel you move, slowly at first, in and out as I raise my hips to meet your gentle thrusts. Then a little faster, a little harder as my quiet moans break your resolve to drag this out.
I want to feel the strong grasp of your hands as they raise my wrists above my head, the insistent nudging of your thighs as the push mine further part, your body stretched and hot as it presses against mine. I want to feel the snap of your control as I whisper in your ear:
“I need more!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qh6rl1/is_it_wrong_f_ramble_18