You must know. You must.

You must know by now just how my body craves you, just how maddening and intense my hunger for you.

I hear your voice, my gaze falls upon your face and your body, and my cunt betrays me each and every time, releasing the flood with the sound of your sigh, with your slightest touch, with the revelation of your cravings, with your deep and devastating kiss.

You donโ€™t believe me?

Inch up my skirt. Spread wide my legs. Trail your hands up the trembling softness of my thighs. Bury your fingers inside.

Tell me, can you feel my heat? Can you feel the molten desire soaked into the ebony lace? Can you feel the wetness as you slide your thumb along the fine filigree from my mons to my cleft, as you slowly ease the fused fabric from my obscenely smooth and scarlet flesh to taunt me, to stroke my pouting lips, to tease the throbbing ache of my clitoris?

Can you feel it? Can you feel me? Can feel and smell my need?

Bring your hand to your nose, to your lips. Lick your fingers. Inhale the scent.

How do I taste? Am I just as heady, just as blistering, just as sweet as I was the other day when I came hotly in your mouth, moaning and writhing and pleading for your cock, for you to fuck me, as you fed off the succulence of my tight little cunt like a starved and merciless beast?

How do I taste? Do I taste like your wanton lover in heat? Like your perfect submissive? Like yourย sublime cock whore? Do I taste like Iโ€™m yours?

You must know. You must.

And if you still doubt me, all you need do is glide your hard, thick, dripping disbelief along every curve of my naked and ravenous body for the proof.

  1. ember 2014.11.20 3:38am

    I don’t believe any man can still think straight, much more doubt, with that kind of fact-finding and evidence, Minx. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.23 9:19pm

      Oh, how you flatter me, sweet thing.

      Well, I should admit that I do have my moments when it comes to scrambling the grey matter of the opposite sex… ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Ian 2014.11.20 4:47am

    I could never doubt you, but I would like the opportunity!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Jack (and Jill) 2014.11.20 4:52pm

    I enjoy pretending that your delicious words are directed at me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.23 9:22pm

      Why would you need to pretend, Jack? ๐Ÿ˜‰

  4. RedShoes51 2014.11.21 4:22am

    Damn… I know what I wish I could eat for Thanksgiving here in the States this year!!!! :oD


    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.23 9:24pm

      Ha! As it happens, I have the perfect platter for this feast, shoes…

  5. obsessed 2014.11.21 5:01am

    first 2 lines ….. right back at you…… stunning words Minx…. xxx

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.23 9:27pm

      Oh my… I’m so flattered… Thank you, o…

  6. the late phoenix 2014.11.21 5:52am

    the proof is in the pudding, the bread pudding we’ll share on Thanksgiving Day after a glorious night…:*

    …then after the big meal we’ll both be so tired from the food and the loving we’ll fall asleep…

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.23 9:29pm

      I do love pudding. And naps. Cheeky naps. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  7. John Brownstone 2014.11.24 2:26am

    My mind is spinning, reeling after reading this. I can breathe in your scent, your hot eager lust as it fuels my own, all the proof one needs.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.25 2:44pm

      Then consider my own doubts soothed. And my desire yet again inflamed…

  8. Bhp 2014.11.26 10:21am

    Well I feel utterly betrayed myself.
    I have been lead to believe that the proof was in the pudding… When it’s quite glaringly obvious that all along, it’s been in the Cake.
    I’d sell my soul to the devil himself, for just one sup at your blisteringly sweet plate.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.12.01 3:03pm

      You’d sell your soul for a small taste? Careful what you wish for, Bhp – I have his direct number in my hot little hand.

      Thank you once again for the sly grin…

  9. max 2014.12.27 8:50am

    Yes, yes, yes, you taste like mine, all mine. But I know better…