I'm going out of my mind, thinking about you. I'm seeing you, standing before me, from various angles.
Secreted away in Our Westbury Room~
Sunlight on your skin, in various states of undress.
And every way, your eyes turned to me ~
Turned only to me.
~ : ~
Waves of want travel from my mouth to my throat to my stomach and up again, undulating now and rolling fast to flush my neck and mouth again.
Swelling all my soft blossoms to bursting ~
Thinking about your want, your strange desires for me ~ that's what fuels these waves.
I keenly sense the wilfulness of your dirty thoughts. I feel a momentary fleeting fear.
Unsure about what you might do to me. Akin to the sensations a rabbit must feel seconds before the wolf clamps down it's jaws to seal it's fate.
~ And then comes a wave more fierce than the rest, that flares my innermost thighs and fans sharp lecherous flames where my heart and cunt hide.
I see your face, swathed in aberrant desire as it traces my own in likeness.
Like finds like,
and that's not a little bit terrifying.
But, my need is full exigency ~
... it just grows insane with urgency,
inside your closed fist, anyway ...
... curled up within your balls and I'll sleep there till you release me. Till you take me the way I'm going to swallow you.
Whole.
Tail and all ~
LYLTAFAT ~
Xxx