He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
He came to me dressed in my most secret desires. His face unmasked the figure in all of my clandestine fantasies, his voice the delightfully sinful whisper of temptation that excites my soul, his body the only banquet that could ever truly satisfy my hunger; his entire person has become the bittersweet reason for my absolute yearning. Mind, body, soul - I want all of him, from the very first taste I have been addicted and all at once he has become essential to my survival. I crave him with such a potent need that it is unbearably all-consuming; the slightest thought of him puts my whole body on edge with an exquisitely delicious ache. And though the urges his very existence arouse in me are as wild and insatiable as he is, I have truly never been more satisfied.
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