tremblingfluidheat

I write wondering how the stream of words will invade your consciousness. Can I wake your erotic slumber and draw you to me? Will my words elicit a response? Will your legs open? will your breath catch? Will a moan escape? Will you come soon or can I draw it out for you?

I write, hoping you will write back, you will share a glimpse at your joy. I need to feel your lust rise, I need to feel your nerves tingle, your body come alive, I want to feel you moisten, your boy respond, swelling your need, I want to feel your breath on my neck as you hold me bound in pleasure. I want to need to come with you, on you, for you. I want to feel your muscles relentlessly grip my erection, milking my submission to impending release. I want to feel the waves of orgasm penetrate your soul, unlocking the voice of our love.

I want to feel you heat at my words, I want to feel the tremor as my erotic thoughts leave my page and travel through your imagination to the heart of your trembling heat. I want to feel your fingers on you as you begin to explore yourself. I want to feel your orgasm approach as you share your experience with me. I want to hear your voice as you engulf me in your heated thoughts. I want the explosion of need to envelop me towards my climax. I want to desperately avoid coming until you do, I want your orgasm to carry me too far. I want you to collapse to my words, and then I need you to share your distant orgasm so that I can have my daydreams write you another.