I sit here waiting for the time to come.
I crave to have your warmth against my skin.
The heat is rising as I look at you with lust in my eyes;
the desire to taste you,
to have your salty golden skin on the tip of my tongue,
as we go deeper, the sweet creamy filling oozing out.
I salivate and swallow.
The warm liquid flowing down smoothly,
resting in my stomach that is churning uncontrollably.
I feel restless as I look at you,
my fists clench as the anticipation grows.
I imagine us together and I let out a soft moan.
Plain and simple yet an experience like no other.
Satisfying my hunger and giving me nothing but pure bliss.
The one thing worth waiting for.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
I sit here waiting for the time to come.
I crave to have your warmth against my skin.
The heat is rising as I look at you with lust in my eyes;
the desire to taste you,
to have your salty golden skin on the tip of my tongue,
as we go deeper, the sweet creamy filling oozing out.
I salivate and swallow.
The warm liquid flowing down smoothly,
resting in my stomach that is churning uncontrollably.
I feel restless as I look at you,
my fists clench as the anticipation grows.
I imagine us together and I let out a soft moan.
Plain and simple yet an experience like no other.
Satisfying my hunger and giving me nothing but pure bliss.
The one thing worth waiting for.
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