I need a good fucking.
Damn this attachment to Mr. Intrigue that’s keeping my legs crossed. Damn the distance. Damn my lusty being!
Yes, I’m trying to keep the edge off my tending to things myself, but it’s nowhere NEAR what I want… dream about… need.
I need my mouth filled with his cock, absorbing his pulsing goodness. I need my tongue on his balls, teasing them to a tight mass of masculinity. I need his mouth on my lips, my nipples, my body, my clit. I need his hands holding me tightly against him, exploring my every curve. I need to be left with bruises on my breasts from where he gripped them as he came. I need to be handled, spanked and turned inside out. I need to be impaled with his stiff spear of passion until I collapse from dehydration. From coming. Over and over.
Shit, damn, hell. I’m a horny hot mess. And my crazy, tricky little heart won’t let me do anything about it.
Damn the wanting, wanton me.