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What I want

written by: writeablebliss

what is this feeling I get?
Constantly when I look into your eyes...
A hot craving for your warmth an touch, yearning for even the slightest bit of satisfaction.
How do I describe this feeling I get?
When the slightest mention of your name makes me go into heat and blush?
I can't even belive what I'm thinking. The image of hot lips on pale skin
mindlessly swriling around in a medly of figureights and circles, being laved and controlled and caught up in more than just heated skin; being caught up so much more in my carnal lustful craving.
Its a strange thing to think of, embrassesing but cruely pleasurable; this is all part of our nature as sexual beings, but why are we so specific with who we want, when we want it, how we want it?
How do I want it?
Do I WANT just anyone?
Is that all I need to satisfy myself?
Surely I can let anyone have the affect on me you do, I just have to believe it...
There's just something about you and I together that's so sweet, bitter...classy, untasteful...it would be incredbly hard to find for a second time.

Strong, forceful, sexual. Biting my lip, going so quick I can't even think, just wanting me right here right now...no matter where we are. Pin me up against the wall with your lips wildly caressing, kissing, biting my neck. Rough yet in control; fingers wrapped tightly around my wrists pressed firmly beside my head to ensure your control and pleasure. You might stop me with a kiss,hot and liquid swirling inside our mouths in order to weaken my resistence; however, I'm not resisting, and you know when I arch my back and press my enire body on you waiting for you to have your fill. hands suddenly descend from their tight grasp around my wrists and come to rest on my hips sinking fingertips into the soft flesh between my hip bones. Immediatly my reaction is to fondle your hair and yours is to press up against my breasts pushing me back into the wall and pressing the length of you against my lower abdimon. Embaressing, so embaressing...
...But what excellent foreplay this is, making me so weak in the knees I can't even bear to think what happens next...