Spirit, Flesh, Hunger

Knowing eyes, masculine hands pulling me towards him by my hair at the nape of my neck.  Time for the real deal.  I have not feasted in so long.  Carnel, no bounderies, tested..begging for him to stop then not to.  I remember..truly

typoquene typoquene
41-45, F
8 Responses Feb 17, 2010

sure u both will enjoy

thanks

glad you enjoyed it ;)

Dowsing the flames of carnal lust with smothering tenderness and watching the remaining ambers of passion glow in the dark as we fall asleep in each other's trembling arms.

Short but frantic, I felt breathless and I wasn't even reading it out loud.

glad to know someone else understands

ty

I like the way you expressed this - really! It rushed my heart.