I like being on display in my mind. I like being admired and desired. I like feeling free and open as my wetness trickles out....it is intoxicating. I like to hear about the desire of others and the response to my images. I used to crave it...fantasize about it...
It makes me want to do dirty things, things I would never actually be brave enough to do but my mind and body are willing when I'm exposed.
I want to hear about the rawness of desire and the lust of the admirer. I want to manipulate it with my flesh, my body and my words. I want to know that a glimpse led to a fever that could only be rubbed or jerked out.
I love being naughty...
mmmmm....busy friday for you...glad I got home in time to read both post....
ReplyDeletethis one has me ready to finish myself off...
I wish I could figure out a witty reply but...nope. I'm already thinking ahead on if I should finish the fantasy or just leave it as it is.
DeleteGlad you enjoyed them both.
You have inspired that fever in me so many times, and I have news for you.… The demand to satisfy it by rubbing it out is as powerful as it is fruitless. In the end, the Need is inspiration, a fascination that can be dulled with quick release but never fully quelled. Tonight I will feel that release, a mild relief from this overpowering ache. But when it all subsides and I've caught my breath and perhaps begun to move again in the mundane world, the need will remain, tugging at my attention in the quiet moments, and I will be back here, hoping for the next fantasy to set my need ablaze once more.
ReplyDeleteWell I do hope I don't disappoint. I've found out often enough that this kind of attention is short lived. Flights of fancy land and take off again without a second look back.
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