It would be great to see you bound and tied up, just for me, like a pretty present of some sort.
I’ve never had a clean thought, at least not concerning you.
Find that special spot and touch it, again, again, again…
Oh, God, I want you. No, I don’t want you- I need you. Touch me, every inch of me. I’m begging you.
When you’re on my mind in more ways than one, I just can’t control myself. I want you more than I know how to express… and one day, you will be mine, and I will be all yours.
I want to taint you.
I want to tease you. I want to bring you to the edge, over and over again, until all you can do is beg for the release that only I can grant you.
Just hearing your name is enough to make my face flush, and my heart pound. There are so many dirty things I want to do to you, and not all of them are appropriate.
I want to see you reach climax, panting and screaming my name the entire time.
You stare at me from across the room, eyes never blinking. Keep staring at me the way you are, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back from ravaging you the way you deserve.