Erotica

I am a masochist.

I am a masochist. I dream of the belt whipping my thighs. Of the knife running across my skin, leaving a mark. Of the hand around my neck, gently squeezing, teasing my lungs. Of the slap across my breasts, straining as they are squeezed and bitten. Of the bite of the rope around my wrists …

I can never get enough.

The air is hot and moist, filling my lungs with the sweet scent of warm water, the candles burning slowly on the counter and bodies tingling with anticipation. The steams pearls down the side of the shower and I imagine my body pressed up against it, the cool glass contrasting with the hot water, making …

Lust Drunk

The simplest whisper of a touch, the lingering of fingers and body upon my own have me shivering and twitching. The grazing of your lips on mine drives a fire to erupt, something I cannot control. I need. I need more. Always more. Every time. I will never be satiated because there is no line …