First, let me set the stage with a quote I read ———
> Many of the men I know want to be penetrated in some form – be it their minds or bodies. Their enthusiasm at having their fantasies met fuels me. They always believe that is about them only (their fantasies and fetishes), when in reality it is also about me satisfying my wants and needs. It’s a combination of mutualism and commensalism symbiosis. Hunting season has arrived. It’s time to indulge.”
Like much of Fet, I stumbled onto this caption (uncredited). Cited here, for context to what I write below. What comes below, well, I can only penetrate your mind, right now. How would you like some heat?
>*”Would you kindly climb into this oven for me? Oh, why thank you so much….Cozy? Need anything? No? Ok, fantastic…..”*
What does this have to do with The Brothers Grimm? *Seduction.*
I enjoy my primal & sensual parts. I want you to feel good. I want you to feel safe, to be comfortable, and to desire to connect. Then, should you choose, want me.
The clear vision of what a person longs for/craves, mentioned far above, I want you leaning forward in anticipation of me. The lure had been set, previously. It’s the work I’ve done on me. The work I am continuing to do. The work that’s very much unfinished. Though, as I know myself better, I can tell someone what I want; what I can give. You’ve decided you want to taste those things.
>”*Is that sweat on your brow?*”
Make the jump to connect. I’ll take your wants, feed off of them, claim my own and eventually collapse with you in a delicious mess. The way to that will be a wild ride, I promise.
>”*Oh, too many layers on? No, it’s only warm to you. Didn’t it seem so cool, today?*”
Working on that clear understanding of my own wants, I can better tell those that want to connect with me what they are. Clearly defining that, knowing that, finding the right words to get that across – these steps are my oven. The heat is our connection. Did you just squirm in your seat?
>”*Let me step outside, I’m sure I can make it cooler.*”
Control is more released, in the heat, than held by me. I will only twist the screws. *You* are my focus. I will take what I want, you’ve said you want what I can give. The seduction, temptation, and allure of releasing cranks the heat, even more. Remember how you were leaning forward? The direction the energy flows pulls it out more & more. I want to taste it fully.
>”*Oh, no! The door got locked!!! Don’t worry! I’m right here! Let me try one of these knobs. I’ve never had this happen before”
I could wax all day about the journey we will take. How I would throw you on your back,
secure your hands behind you; anything I know you want, with me, I can now take. The oven has you boiling, inside. The build up gets closer………the air shimmers between us.
>”*Did you just say the *walls* are closing in?!? I don’t know what you mean!*”
The air can only expand so much. The balloon begins to stretch. The hot air expands in you, constantly pushing against the moment that’s now inevitable. It is happening. The collision course was set from the beginning. Do you see it now? Our chemistry – now I *want* to taste that, or you will taste me, should you want.
>”*What? Let you out? Oh no…..no, no, no, I don’t think I will. There’s so much more * fun * to be had…*”
Ah, thhhhhhere’s my fox. That sly playfulness. But there are claws. Is it all my fault they want to drag the tips down your back? I just want to see a shiver of pleasure, not pain, remember?
>”*Don’t you recall? You wanted in my oven. Can’t take the heat, get out of the kitc…….oh, well, you know what I mean.*”
Our resonance and cycling through each other has reached a creacendo. We’re both moaning, repeatedly, haphazardly. I have no neighbors to hear you. I’ve signaled I want to hear you in entirety. Tell me all about it or scream into the pillow, each one screams in my ear you want more of me. No words need come, I’ll take that eye roll and glitch that crossed your face. The heat has your breath panting. It’s caught in your throat. It needs out. Let it out. Let me out. I want me back. I will extract every part of me from you. No, you can’t have it. I told you what I wanted. I told you what I need from youm Where ever I have been, your lust will be sated. Where ever I have touched, your desire quenched. My kiss…….
>”*Since you are trapped, should I tell you why I you’re in my oven….?*”
The moment; whispered; finally, softly, gently, insistingly, demandingly, wanting my needs filled, too. My mouth seems out your ear:
>”*Cum…..*”
Oh, the sounds that fill that oven. I can’t find a single ounce of cool air in my cabin. It has spilt over everywhere. The forest begins to burn in the heat. Charred ground curls and smokes as the heat blasts through creating a furnace everywhere it touches. Doors bang open several miles away. Faces poke outside, searching for the source of some disturbance. A wicked smile spreads, splaying, slowly over my lips. A purr glides out from my lips, closed eyes in a titled back head, sated for a time.
>”*Ahhhhhhhhhh…………*that’s* what I *wwwwwwaaaaannnttttttttteeeeeeeddddddd*”
A purr that would make every Cabin in the Woods look for column of black smoke rising to the sky. I feel the warmth from you before I even get close to touch; I can feel the heat burning through. Your breaths come as pants. Your thighs could be quivering still; they’ve been shaking since that first orgasm, haven’t they. My tongue can taste the salty sweet char in your sweat as it drips from you. You’re so hot, I could cup the sweat as it threatens to flood. Your body is wracked. Spent, I sit back, picking my teeth of your energy, watching it wash over you fully.
Go ahead and swim, I’ll be the anchor while you float in the lake of your spent desire.
>*Tempt.
>Amplify.
>Devour.*
You wake in a flower patch, underneath a canopy of green leaves. The purr of Dinah sleeping next to you. A soft summer sun has woken you up with the gentle rays of light warming your face.
You still feel that heat….
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qm56or/the_gingerbread_house