Speaking candidly, I should have written this a very long time ago
Maybe it’s failing of our personal discourse? I reserve judgement, we all live busy lives. I feel this sense of a lightning tinged desire, a sweet and exciting longing, spiked with an alcoholic mix. Call it, the jack and coke of sexual fantasies.
Wanting is a terrible curse, desire offers its own brevity. I am sure my penance will excruciating. Who fucking cares? I have nothing left to loose.
I do intent to earn my punishment and speaking of wanting desires, will likely do just that. Speak now then, and speak assuredly.
I think about seeing you, touching you, and kissing you. The sensation’s of your bare skin pressed against mine. The look in your eyes, as I cradle your neck and face in my hands. As I kiss you with passionate need, your soft breaths and sly moans welcome me for more. Moving my hands further down to cup your breasts, and position your hips.
Can you feel my excitement growing?