It ain't my fault you turn me on. With your hands,words, eyes and body.how you keep me up at night craving you with nothing but your words swirling in my head, how you end up in my dreams were I wake up turned on where i have to chang the sheets. Take a shower were nothing i do can fix the craving for you. How i try to resist him how I keep my distances but i can t, how it start to eat me up. How i end up with my hand tied to the bed and his head in between my legs eating me out. How after he had his full he fills me up with his seeds.So i enjoy it and tell myself this is only a one time thing. But my craving for him only simmers on a low burner. How i know it will come again. Until I claim him as my own. ( it was a good dream I was lucky to remember it all)
6 years ago. November 14, 2018 at 5:31 AM
