Become a Fan
By Deborah Richards
Monday, July 31, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
It was an eager thought to have this mans wants on my mind, it intrigued my conscious. His body was slim,his stance was electrifying,lips was pink like a velvet rose, kissable, came to my mind each time he spoke to me, I watched his tongue move as I have never done no man before, his scent was of man an wine was his taste I reached over an brought him to me, amazed by the reaction he sought me out asking for more, the licking of sweet strawberries and grapes from his mouth aroused my sense to knew heights. His struggle I could see was eating at him, he wanted everything slow, time was what he said to me in my ear, but time could do me wrong, my enemy. The hunger of sex taunted me as did the knowing of him, I touched him in all the right places stroked his man he just so that I could feel what I would be waiting for, his stature grew an inch or two with the kisses I brought to his lips, neck and shoulder, bending down I pulled at his nipples with my tongue biting with ease, he was erotic, a sexually display, bringing thought to thought was not, a passive soul, a creature of habit as I looked him up and down.
Passion will eat at him I knew this much, he was hungry for hunger, I gave him the tools to be himself, telling him my needs not leaving nothing for the imagination, creeping wet dreams to his thought’s, as the sipping of porn would be gazing through his bedroom window, and shadows would be forming on his wall of what was. A passive man he was so emotionally, an he would be mine in time.