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Dec 2014
Let me put my hands in your hair, and feel your mouth on mine.
Let me sigh with pleasure, when we've only just begun.
Let me take off your tie, unbutton your shirt.
Let me lick your skin, ache with so much want I hurt.
Let me slip off my dress, drop it to the floor.
Let me straddle you, craving, needing more.
Let me in your pants, to caress you with hungry delight.
Let me consume you, *******, only the start of the night.
Let me **** on you indulging, after you eat at me.
Let me bend and break at your very touch, all for you to see.
Let me be a toy, play with me, tease and tantalize.
Let me be yours, make me moan, make me scream- let us be vulgarized.
Just a thing... :"
Started as a little fantasy in the chem lab...
I feel awkwardly exposed...
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So I wrote this a while ago... like mid October-ish...Β Β please be kind, I never post my pieces that are like this, but I was tired of fueling my depression so I was trying to find something, ya know, not about death or dying or wanting to die or hating myself... So here is this weird little thing about me lusting after a guy in the chem lab. Consider this a late **** Sunday maybe? I probably will regret this. I'm so shy.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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