Yesterday I was chatting with someone I like and respect a lot. After awhile, he asked me what should have been a simple question, but we all know it’s never that simple. Well, not for me anyway.
“What do you want?”
I want his hands in my hair pulling me into his kiss.
I want to take control of his cock and make it mine.
I want him to strip off my clothes and throw me on the bed.
I want to sit on his face and pleasure myself.
I want his hand gripping the back of my neck, moving me where he wants me, showing me he’s in charge.
I want to use him and be done with him.
I want him to stop thinking and start using me as he wishes.
I want to ride his cock till I soak him and then leave him there twitching for release.
I want his hands on my throat, squeezing just hard enough to constrict a bit of air.
I want to make him beg.
I want him to tease me so long that I cry while I beg to come.
I want to hurt him.
I want him to hurt me.
I want to consume him.
I want him to consume me.
I want him to know all of this.
I want him to want it too.