She leans close, her breath playing across my skin in tantalizing whispers. The warmth of her lips teasing, her hands exploring, stealing the air from my lungs and replacing it with a raging heat that sparks throughout my body. I burn for more, but all I can do is wait and surrender to her not-so-gentle advance.
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He grabbed Wesley and threw him on the bed. His hands roamed his body like a wild animal, exploring every inch and taking pleasure in the pain he inflicted. His mouth sought out crannies, his fingertips caressed curves and his tongue laved desire. Even the darkest depths of his heart were filled with sweet, passionate longing as he worshipped and pleasured his object of desire.
My desires become a languid flame, flickering in my stomach, a fire that only comes alive through hot selfies of hunky strangers–literal eye-candy in every lustful glance. I imagine them and myself in countless filthy scenarios, creating a symphony of passion in my mind. It’s pure and raw, a salacious dose of lyrical eroticism.