Piece of Tale

Friday, June 12, 2009

I must admit I take pleasure in your mind taking me in. Knowing that at this very moment your wanting more. Starting with the stories taking them for what they are. But then something happens and things become fresh. The feelings of youth and desire that you have missed. Warming the gap between your thighs is my thoughts. I cannot deny that I get off to your exploring all of me. Tentacles my play poisons your mind for a while more. An innocents the goes and is replaced by deep desires . My descriptions of your body take control of you now. Fast they come that you cannot make words to respond. They empty your mind of worries I feel your anticipation. To want for your body to lower onto mine, take control. Frustrations as I am not near to retaliate for your way. But I am here and I know what your doing with me dear. Those feelings transmitted to me through miles and time. Getting off as you do to me only adds to my ego hard. Lending me to want for breaking your habits of good. Make the naughty come to the surface as do you too. Feed my ego and I will feed the result into you slowly. Not to ever give to much of myself you take it all in. Straddled on the pieces of me that you desire to be true. Stories never hurt anyone but I can make you so very sore.