fortheloveofasub: be-pleasing-always: Consumed In his hands, his breath burns skin, teeth in flesh,
fortheloveofasub: be-pleasing-always: Consumed In his hands, his breath burns skin, teeth in flesh, palms rub spaces, places you barely remember, a jumble of flesh and sweet sticky juices. The place heavy with the scent of passion and your breathless moans. Moans that turn to mewling gasps, body melted against his, his every touch almost painful for the lack of release, and yet release you do, into him, and he finds the sweet taste of your surrender, when nothing else matters, when you are completely taken, claimed, possessed, and His. *no words. much emotion. probably should not have read this*Longing, lessons. Surprised how lazer-precise this triggers something enough to bring tears.-Mama, why are you crying? Are you OK?Election Day. For a moment I’ve forgotten she’s on the sectional in the window, behind me doing missed chemistry assignments.-I’m good, girl. It’s nothing. Thanks, Sugar.She goes back to work.I read this piece again; it’s real.But, it is just a dream, a wish. A want.Some day. :)NW at all.Agent 355 -- source link