And I would tell you that tonight I was alone under those blankets, which was the sheet to slide between my legs and your hand warm and trembling. And maybe it was a dream or maybe it was the reality, but something s 'set afire in my hand and grew slowly, extended himself, stiffened up to me to rediscover the excitement of a moment, the' moment when the mind is catalyzed from you. Your fingers parade socks from my legs that start before your eyes hungry for flesh and blood, and my skin cools, heats, it becomes increasingly hot on you as a bold step by step you rub turn into violent acts, and I block the wrists or services which are so insane the darkest part of my being a woman. Still, more and more, you feel like a flame that flares up in me as your tongue picks up all my foolish desires. Each of you gets wet my lips and arching my back between your arms all over me dancing to my uncontrollable moans that clash against the pleasure they give me in every single movement. It 's a sweet rape, taste drop after sucking every drop of us. Again and again until the end without truce. I hear you enjoy while I browse and I live by biting and tearing out of my mind all my rational thought. Are at the mercy of your possessions, your feed on my perfume, small strokes of your whisk with the insatiable desire to belong in and out.
