Even as I’m spent and weathered and worn, your touch makes me feel newfound, reborn.

“Think of my cock, deep, pulsing nakedly, marking you.”

Do you know or even sense that I can think of little else?

Can you feel the way my body aches at the mere suggestion of your naked flesh, nothing between us, the promise of our fusion, the primal hunger for your seed filling my cunt, dripping from my womb, streaked hotly across my lips and tongue and blushing skin?

Do you know or even sense how I crave you and this possession as no other?

Can you see the need that wrenches me from the peace of my sleep and dreaming, forcing me to prematurely greet the day, spreading my thighs, arching my back, leading my hands to impatiently and crudely tug at the satins, the silks, the laces, my bare need exposed, my luscious sex gaping, desperate for the completing thrust of your hard, thick cock?

Do you know or even sense that this one thought, these nine words, have overtaken my erotic imagination and yearning so absolutely?

And when you touch me, the pleasure ripples
across every inch of my body, marks my
sensual and wanton desire indelibly.

With this white expanse made for two, the crisp sheets begging to be tangled and soiled,
the play of sensual light and dangerous shadows, the woman aching to be reduced
to a sodden and trembling mess, can you blame me for this hotel fetish?

Use anything at hand. Use everything that catches your eye and incites your carnal imagination.

Your commanding grip.

The decadent silk strip nestled against your chest, whose arrowhead invariably directs my gaze to the virile need hardening between your legs.

The pungent leather that bears your scent plus mine. The alluring danger of its glistening clasp.

The cashmere that moments ago clung to the soft slope of my shoulder and kissed the delicate swell of each creamy breast.

Use it all to bind me, to shroud my sight, to plunge me into your dark hunger.

Then use me.

Take and possess every inch of skin, every morsel of flesh, every moan and tremble, every ravenous hole and dripping slit you have craved to fill and ravage and mark.

Lover, use me and make me yours.

No matter how I try, I can’t quite persuade
my body, my mind that I no longer
yearn for the maddening
lightness of your
touch.

Even in the brilliance of the light,
I ache for your darkness
underneath me.

Somehow, to find the one
who would lightly brush his lips
along this landscape and call it home.

You press your lips to my ear, your fingers
to the gleam and you ignite, all that
burns inside me.

(This shot originally appeared on Nympho Ninjas as my second Submission Sunday entry…)

I am here in hope
Bare want and need
Awaiting again your return
To the palace of our dreams

(This shot originally appeared on Nympho Ninjas as my first Submission Sunday entry…)