This Is Just Kinda Random Now

I love the arousal, the awakening, an ache that doesn’t stem from pain but from the deep desire for known/unknown pleasure.

I love the blatant signs my body is ignited by who and what are on my mind. Feeling pre-game drip down in advance of action.

I love the thoughts running through me. I let my imagination take over and decide I want it all, all at once, all day and all night.

I love the tease, the taunt of play-fullness with a partner. Texting, taking the photos you know will push them over a thin edge.

I love the build, the banter, trying to break their concentration no matter where they are at, and even better when it’s in public.

I love the fire, flicking the flames, lighting them the fuck up. A burning look of fuck you, flirt turning into those fuck me eyes.

I love the heat, the hunger, the horny you can hardly handle. The what time are you home? and I will be waiting with bells on.

Except nothing will be on.

I love the power, the pass, the passion of anything but fucking christ compelling it. The naughty, the nice, and nasty as ever.

I haven’t even talked about actual sex yet. Intimacy inside out. The physical transfer of two bodies becoming one sexual spirit.

I could spill so much more. It is no secret.