“…unnghh...ooooooooohhhh…”.
Do you even feel sexually anxious? Like “Sweet baby Jesus, if I don’t have naked skin and his smell all over me soon, I’m gonna crawl outta my damn skin!”?
No? Just me?
I want it rough and sweet and hard and soft. Grabby hands, pinching and pulling and holding me close. Dirty words telling me he needs to be buried deep – that he can’t get deep enough. Bruising me with need. I want to drown in the lust. Of him. Of her. I want to lick and be licked. I want to be kissed breathless.
I feel helpless with these feelings.