Hands wonder to warm places,
eyes closed and pleasure building.
It's just an innocent stroke.
But his voice sets my skin on fire,
and I can feel it building.
His hushed commands leaving me wanting more.
I want to be good but I can't help myself.
Fingers sliding faster,
My body responds eagerly to it's rhythm.
Pleasure builds as his voice sets me on edge.
Please can I burst now?
As he grants permission I erupt,
toes curling and breathless.
I lose myself,
lingering for a moment between gasping fireworks and bliss.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Hands wonder to warm places,
eyes closed and pleasure building.
It's just an innocent stroke.
But his voice sets my skin on fire,
and I can feel it building.
His hushed commands leaving me wanting more.
I want to be good but I can't help myself.
Fingers sliding faster,
My body responds eagerly to it's rhythm.
Pleasure builds as his voice sets me on edge.
Please can I burst now?
As he grants permission I erupt,
toes curling and breathless.
I lose myself,
lingering for a moment between gasping fireworks and bliss.
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