There is a law, a universal law, that is the comprised of
time and chemistry and desire. When all
of those elemental forces are combined, they create a world-wind of desire and mind-numbing
anticipation. It’s “The Wait” . . . it’s
my overwhelming need to experience you completely, in your entirety. It has consumed me. My thoughts and fantasies are filled with the
need to be with you, to feel you inside me, to become one with you. I know the day will come when I will be able
to know you intimately but the anticipation is driving me insane. We have played this game long enough. Now is the time. Now is OUR time. Late at night, when I hear your deep and
sensual voice on the phone, and your gentle moans let me know that you are aroused;
it’s all I can do to contain myself. I
want you; I need you.
I long to feel your mouth on every part of me. Descend upon me like the warm waters of the Nile
River bathing the shores of ancient Egypt.
Please, sweet Pharaoh, I’m begging you to take your time. My desire is to be covered with your sweet
kisses as I feel your body press into mine.
I need to feel your lips exploring every curve, every crevice of my caramel-colored
frame with exacting and excruciating detail.
That place on my collar bone that protrudes ever so slightly longs to know
the feel of your tongue as if they were made to be together. Feast on my arms, my fingers, my back and
neck with the patience of a skilled surgeon and the desperation of a man
consumed with lust. I want you to tell me
how it feels as you learn what makes me giggle and squirm with pleasure and
delight, kissing your way gently down my body.
I want you to smell my sweet, intimate fragrance like the rare and
exotic flower it is. I want you to take your
time caressing the softness of my inner thighs with your mouth, being near my
glorious center but knowing it is truly your dessert and savoring every morsel
of your meal before you delight in my delicious confections.
For years I have dreamed of the day when you would become
mine. I don’t wish to possess you like
an object but simply be allowed to share in the uniqueness you embody. I promise that if you play with my nipples
until I am burning with passion, I will become insatiable and ravenous to your
touch. I need you to spread my legs as I
invite you to explore my erotic folds of femininity and tease my aroused clit
gently and softly, ensuring that I whimper and plead for satisfaction and
release. Feel the slippery wetness of my
arousal for you, letting you know that I crave you inside me. Know that my juices will taste like the
sweetest honey and wine, intoxicating you with my flavor and flowing
freely.
Mostly, at night, when I’m in bed alone, I fantasize about
that moment, that breath-taking sensation when you penetrate me and we become
one. I have wanted that and waited for
so long, for far too long. Now is our
time. I want to give you all of me, not
just my body but my heart, mind, and soul.
I belong to you. I need you to
make love to me. Penetrate me, slow and
intentionally, deep and hard. I want to
feel every hot, hard, throbbing inch of you inside me. I will wrap my legs around you and pull you
closer as you breathe new life into me with my kisses. This is our time; we’ve waited long
enough. I want to get lost in the pleasure
of being your woman, being connected to you by the gift so few men have been
given. I’m dripping with desire for you
and I am wet and desperate and ready for our union, our reunion really, of our
spirits connecting and our bodies colliding in unison and ecstasy.
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