She is not aching to be fucked him [but] to bite, beat and hear him beg for mercy…’I love you as I tie you, my ropes binding you down and your trust binding you to me.’
I am longing for you.
My body aches with desperate wanton desire, the urgency with which I need to satisfy myself with your body is growing fervently.
My cunt clenches at the mere thought of you, my palms are itchy, fingers twitchy, all because they long to feel your warm, eager flesh beneath them.
My tongue runs across my lips, before sharp hungry teeth capture my bottom lip beneath them, pleasure ripples through me at the pain I cause myself, and it does nothing to calm the fires that are roaring inside me.
If you were here, I could fuck you. I could, it would be good, I’d feel fantastic, you’d feel frustrated, tied down and unable to thrust. I could fuck you, but I wouldn’t.
Yes I am lusting for you.
Lust that tugs at my attention like an impatient child. I am not aching to be filled and…
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