There’s something you need to know…

I care little for your ruin. In fact, it’s the very thing I want to secure.

I want to spend, devour and break you. I want to feast on your flesh, leaving nothing for another. I want to strip away every vestige of your self-control.

I want to stroke your shaft, feel the weight of your thickening and hardening glans, your flesh throbbing, insistent, incessant, my thumb smearing the first pearl of precum across your burnished head, my soft mouth following suit to envelope you, savour you, suck you until I feel the first surge of your seed glossing my lips, my tongue.

I want to entwine my fingers around your naked cock, part the plump lips of my sex and feed you into my sodden cunt with an aching slowness that will leave you begging for swiftness, pleading for the knowledge of my pulsing depths.

I want to fuck you with a languid sensuality, with fire and anger and urgency, my lithe body arching above you as I feel your come erupting violently inside me, coating the velvet of my cunt with its slickness, as I clutch at you, milking every last precious drop, as I orgasm over and again hotly over your cock.

I want to kiss your mouth, inhale your breath, swallow your groan, my whispered name, your wanton words.

I want to leave you a shivering mess.

But more than this, I want – need – your crazed passion, the intensity of your lust to rise up, to scream though your skin, to exact its own revenge upon me, to tear my desire for you to shreds, to crush me by the same pitiless means, annihilating this hunger, this craving for good.

Do you recall the sound of my pleasure, my breath and my voice as I come? Do you remember the way I exhale your name as I tease my clitoris, as I finger my cunt? Do you recollect the ragged whispers, the moans, my half-spoken pleas, as your hands take hold of my hips, as you drive your burnished glans into my depths, as your kiss finds my lips, as you fuck me, possess me with a sweet savagery that leaves me captivated, addicted, obsessed?

Do you remember? Do you recall?

They were the very sounds that filled this room as I touched myself and thought of you, as time stopped and space closed itself in, as my body arched off the chair, as my orgasm crashed over me, as the air was overwhelmed with the scent of sex and the cry of my passion, as my want and desire and need for you clawed through the pretence, crawled up through my core, rose up through this flesh, returning to haunt me, to taunt this woman once again.

It is in softness I bloom, shrouded in your flesh, beneath your body, inside your touch, in your breath and your lingering kiss, as your hands ease me down, draw me out, unravel this desire, as your lips trace and savour the silken arching line, as your hardness slides into my succulence, as my scarlet sex drips its ache, its want, its honeyed heat onto the bronzed glow of your skin.

Day breaks and with it another season and the light and the heat pierce with a force that has me rising up to meet them, to join with them my own ignited flesh, the skin prickled with the fine sheen that has me gleaming, the body shivering with the intensity that once easily drew you in, the body insistent on its yearning even as the mind vows to thwart and forget, the hands that reach for you in the spaces now vacant beside me, the arms that clutch, that hold, that touch the woman in your absence, your name a whisper on her lips, in the ether a roar.

From the inside, from the inside, I long to hold you from the inside, my body yearns to wrap itself about you, around your hot hard throbbing flesh, to be filled by you so absolutely all other thought makes little sense, to have you part my lips with your glistening head, to have you poised at the portal, my thighs a fair and silken frame, to have you ease your cock into my cunt with an aching slowness that takes our breath away, to have you emerge slick and hungry, drenched in the enduring trace of my lust, to have you hover once more, to have you tease me, to have you slide your pulsing glans through my cleft, to have you brush the tender pearl, to have you inflame the craving now too great to bear, to have you surrender to our only want, this urgent need, your shaft inside me again where it rightly belongs, the sweet succulence of my cunt enveloping, embracing, drawing you close, inch by glorious inch, these rippled velvet walls instinctively clutching, gripping at your flesh, my hips rising up, my body giving itself to you, bringing you into my very depths, milking you, my body begging you to come, milking the fiery seed that will violently rise up and bathe me, drown me, perfect me, mark me as yours from the inside, from the inside, from within.

Come
Touch me
Taste me
Bathe me
In your white

It is in the nocturne’s quiet, in its deepest, darkest shadows that I feel you, sense you near, that I crave your approach, surrender willingly to your presence, to the urgency of your lust as you weave your fingers through these tousled curls and your kiss finds the perfumed arc of my neck, as your mouth pressed against my ear hotly whispers I am yours alone to keep and take, as your hands glide along my curves, as they bend me forward at the waist, as they ease me wide apart, your gaze transfixed by the aching gleam between my thighs, my body pushing back to meet you, silently pleading for the carnal, the sensual, the intensity promised in your touch, silently pleading for its annihilation, its rebirth at your hand and your insatiable flesh.

Even though we have never met, even though my kiss has never lingered upon your mouth, even though my fingers have never caressed your naked flesh, I greet the dawn aching for you, aching to find you, aching to press my body into yours, aching for the softness and the violence born of this passionate need, aching to give myself completely, to indulge you absolutely, to be the woman you long to hold, the woman whose complexities you will eagerly embrace, the light and shade, my push and pull, the urgency, impatience, the imperfections that have driven others away.

But more than this, I ache today for hope’s return, for the faith, for the belief that you are out there, somewhere, waiting for me.

Weariness sweeps over me, my mind and body spent. And even as this haze overtakes me, arresting my motion, tenderly easing me down onto the bed, compelling the nakedness newly fragrant and warm from the drops and the steam to a state of slumber and rest, it is you I crave, it is you and your body bare and unadorned, your own naked form moving toward me, slicing through the darkness as if in the sweetest of dreams, your body gleaming, shimmering, the last rays of the moon drawing a streak from your mouth and its heated breath to the wiry curls on your chest to your muscled abdomen and the hollow of your hip to the taunt tendons of your forearm as your stroke your hardening and thickening shaft, the cock rigid and throbbing with desire, hungry for the embrace of my most intimate flesh, tempted towards the slender legs now splayed open wide, the delicate fingers teasing apart glistening lips, the voice pleading for your touch, for your carnal invasion, for your sensual caress, for the moment you kneel between my thighs and drive your naked cock in one breathtaking thrust to the hilt, your mouth swallowing my moan, your kiss finding my breast, my need for more of you, for all of you, my body arching up to meet you, my calves pressed into the small of your back, our fingers laced, eyes locked, our bodies poised, entwined, cast as one, moulded together, forever by the night.

Are you ready?
Are you willing?
Are you brave enough to take me?
Do you have the courage for the completeness that I crave?

Are you hungry?
Are you yearning?
Are you now aching to touch me?
Does your hard and eager flesh betray this boundless wicked game?