Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories. Tonight’s episode is titled “Feel”. Dear Sir, You say you want me. You say you need me. Through growls and whispers.Taunting, teasing. Through touch and kiss Possessing, intoxicating.Come take me now.Don’t keep us waiting
I feel your fingers in my hair, Sir. I feel them entwine themselves in my silken tresses, in my cascade of curls; I feel them grip firmly, commanding, drawing me back towards you. I feel my naked body arching, convex and concave at once, as I yield to the force, as I yield to you, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir…
I feel the fingertips of your free hand tracing the gentle curve of my spine, from the nape of my slender neck to the point where my waist flares, becoming the curvaceousness of my hips and my ass. I feel your eyes upon me, burning with desire, committing every exquisite detail of my form to memory.
I feel your burnished glans nudging a lecherous path between my parted lips; your length eager, greedy, to follow on, to sheath itself in the velvet heat and wetness of my sex, my lust. I feel your fingers tighten in my hair, your nakedness firm behind mine, taut, primed … to thrust, to invade me, to take me as yours.
I feel the flood of wet excitement between my thighs. I feel myself quivering expectantly, deliciously.
Feel, OH YES, Sir, I Feel…
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