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I Wanna Have ***

I wanna have ***

I want to make love

I want to be desired

Like a fire is to oxygen

I want someone to want me so badly they can't keep their hands off me

I want to have ***

all night long or til we pass out and then **** some more

I want to **** like there's no tomorrow and our lives depended on it.

I want to taste ***** and feel a woman's thighs wrapping face like a vice grip

I want to kiss and lick her *** and get lost in the moment

I want her to lick and **** me like I was a 3 star michillan resteraunt and she hadn't eaten for days

I want to make love

I want to lay on the couch cuddling in front the tv

Or laying on the bed spooning the whole day away

I want to look into a woman's eyes and see the love and and passion waiting to pounce on me.

I want to have ***

I want to ****

At the park at night or in my car late at night

I want to **** on a hike off the trail where no one can see (but might)

Or some public bathroom where we might get caught.

I want to have ***

I want to use toys, rope and blindfolds, candles and wax

To get as ***** as the moment takes us as we explore our bodies and sexuality

I want to have ***

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Written by
SomeOneElse
50 / M / So cal
Published
Dec 8, 2020
Lines·Words
24·250
Notes

Something I wrote to express the frustration forced celebacy and lack of dating has had. Maybe some of you can relate, maybe not but this was something I needed to write

Tags
#desire#frustration#sexualfrustraion#passionate#desperation
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