Oh my and I am a moaning mess. I am ice liquidizing in the fire of your tough. Because you have me exactly where you want me precisely where I desire to be. And you are my only feeling of lust and want. But your eyes give away no secrets and at you caress my skins and have me withering wishing you grasp you whisper deliciously sweet nothings into my ear and promises that I know you have no intention of keeping. On my neck you trailed kisses soft as clouds. Though I'm my soul your touch was black. Don't worry though darling of mine the color blends in well.
missing him
By Hohyah_
You're an arsonist my darling. You burned me in the most beautiful way, heat is exotic and delicious. I woul... More