Tender cheeks and woozy nerve endings. Mind alternates between too far in the future and a vacuous heightened awareness of the present. Quivering waves of excitement somewhere new; between existent and simulated receptors of pleasure.
ELECTRICITY.
Lost in an extremely familiar location. Not sure who purchased these once familiar items. Familiarly unknown furniture placement in what used to be a very familiar home. Bursts of schoolgirl giggles escape the carefully painted portrait of an adult professional. Wisps of hair escape a carefully placed chignon. Oddly spaced guttural moans escape the façade of a woman in control of her physical psyche. Light caresses privately invade formerly public locations. Sensuality takes over sagacity.
BREATHE.
Wait, stop, hold on, please, no, um.. unh uh, pleaseeee, oh.my.god.
Soft, a tad moist, and a contagious warmth. Slow traces of no particular pattern with no particular destination lead to a loss of inhibition. The warmth spreads, quickly gaining momentum. Hips, in a slow dance of desire, move unobstructed in sweet anticipation. Clouds and fog; thought no longer exists. Rain may soon follow, as it so often does.
Skin. Pulls. Taut.
Over deux places previously relaxed. A warm escape of air followed by a whistle of cool. Pull, pulling, pulled to the brink. A chocolate chip rests above a mound of caramel, your delight. His dessert. Impatience follows. A longing for fulfillment. An aching request. Grasping desperately.
Sheets, Skin, Pillows, Fabric.
Your temporary entrance into a purely textured world. Completely overtaken by your ID.
ELECTRICITY.
Lost in an extremely familiar location. Not sure who purchased these once familiar items. Familiarly unknown furniture placement in what used to be a very familiar home. Bursts of schoolgirl giggles escape the carefully painted portrait of an adult professional. Wisps of hair escape a carefully placed chignon. Oddly spaced guttural moans escape the façade of a woman in control of her physical psyche. Light caresses privately invade formerly public locations. Sensuality takes over sagacity.
BREATHE.
Wait, stop, hold on, please, no, um.. unh uh, pleaseeee, oh.my.god.
Soft, a tad moist, and a contagious warmth. Slow traces of no particular pattern with no particular destination lead to a loss of inhibition. The warmth spreads, quickly gaining momentum. Hips, in a slow dance of desire, move unobstructed in sweet anticipation. Clouds and fog; thought no longer exists. Rain may soon follow, as it so often does.
Skin. Pulls. Taut.
Over deux places previously relaxed. A warm escape of air followed by a whistle of cool. Pull, pulling, pulled to the brink. A chocolate chip rests above a mound of caramel, your delight. His dessert. Impatience follows. A longing for fulfillment. An aching request. Grasping desperately.
Sheets, Skin, Pillows, Fabric.
Your temporary entrance into a purely textured world. Completely overtaken by your ID.
