Here’s the Thing...
I love the idea of making love. I love the slow, passionate, intimate sex... When I inhale as you exhale. When I peer into your eyes as you look into mine, boring through my soul with just your touch and seduce it as you make me yours... I am hopelessly intrigued by the melding of our sexes as you thoroughly ravish me with love and fire and passion. I am at the mercy of that beautiful moment when I can feel your skin against mine, feel the energy of the universe as well as yours... feel you channeling all of that stamina into me as you enter my channel over and over and over again, until we are naught but two entities floating around in a space of our own still reaching, reaching... I love that. I love all of that, do not misunderstand me. But I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that my dark twin wants to play a little rough. She wants the merciless ravaging. She wants the sweet torture of not being allowed to come. She wants to be teased until she's out of her mind with pleasure-- until she cannot form coherent thoughts or come without you. She wants that hand closing off the air, the lips that steal even more, the cock that will not yield until all oxygen is stripped away from her lungs... Until you breathe it back into her. She wants to be spanked and punished and rewarded. She wants that shit. I have a soft, intimate side... But I also have a side to me that's metal as fuck. -K. Alecia
