thinking about how attractive it would be, having someone lay on their stomach while I straddle them, hovering above their ass while I set down a bowl of ice cubes.
slowly gliding my hand up and along their skin, feeling the perfections, the imperfections, every little bump or mark as if I'm painting a map along your flesh of how infatuated I am with you.
after I get my temporary fix of touching you, i'd grab an ice cube, press it to the base of your spine and trail it up. Watching as your body beneath me squirms and writhes on instinct to the ice cube. I'd keep drawing nonsense against your back, only to let the cube melt some. It'd be discarded in the bowl and i'd be leaning down to drag my warm tongue over the chilled little trail of water.
I'd turn you over after some time, getting bored just dragging ice over your back and all. Just to chill my hands on the bowl and massage your sides, grinning like an eager idiot at your reaction; touching your body until my own hands grew heated.
