April 2011
3 posts
echo
I am Lusts little bitch. She grabs me and controls me. Making heat rise. My body reacts. I can’t always help it.
The just so tilt of an overly emotive face, a glance, and I’m done for.
Trying so hard not to be Echo to Narcissus, that’s the job of some other girl, not mine. They already have me. They own me. These stolen moments with near strangers. Flirting and teasing and...
Fretting
Eyes closed.
Here is where I inhale. exhale. Part lips for a gasp. Thrust hips forward. Throw head back. Come. then feel guilty for it.
I wish I could transmit desire. Temptation. Sin. Without any of the discomfort that so many have over owning their sexuality. I wish I could enwrap encase enmesh my lusts, wants, and semi-guilty pleasures directly into the reward centers of their sweet minds....
I want more
Blend the gentle into the firm. A splash of hot onto super sensitive stimulated skin. Blushed and brushed with budding bruises and marks. A peach. Easy to mark. easy to heal. My pale speckled skin shows the print of a hand so well. Of a paddle beautifully. And those little tooth teeth prints of a wartenburg pinwheel? Brilliant red. That shiver that races across my back when I hear the wand warming...
