LUSTFUL LONGINGS

My hand caresses your neck, my lovely widow, drawing you in for a kiss, and I suck your lower lip between my lips possessively and suggestively, kissing you lightly, then with more passion.

 

Your kisses inflame me! My heart is pounding. I feel your lips so firm and unyielding and I melt. Yes! This! This is what I need so desperately. To be cherished, adored, caressed…Your hand slides down the small of my back, lingers on my bottom, then pulls me toward you, sliding me onto your lap, where your arousal for me is evident... I suck your tongue into my mouth in appreciation for the tender caress and feel my head swirl in amorous intoxication.

Mmm, kisses, the brush of your fingertips along my throat, the taste of your skin on my tongue....

Do you feel the surge of arousal pumping through my veins as we begin to touch?

Yes! I feel your need and I wiggle a bit to fuel the fire, knowing the dampness between my legs is caused by you, how you kiss me, touch me, desire me....it adds to my need for you.

 

Ahh, my breath hitches, my stomach clenches as your fingertips glide, igniting the fire along my skin.

Our lips meet again, and we are transported to the place where desires are like wishes granted; fulfilled at the touch of lips, the 

subtle shifting of bodies, the tender gazes of lovers entwined. I am impatient for more, and yet I don't want this moment to end.... Kiss me again and again! For there is only the moment and the two of us. You are everything to me, Morpheus. 

I waited for his next text. It never came. After a few moments, I sashayed into the living room, naked, of course, because that was the way he liked to see me at home. I saw him sitting in the chair, looking out over the ocean.

“Sweetheart?” I approached with a laugh. “I want more than texts and kisses, you know. We can’t role play, if you don’t ‘play’”.

It was then that he turned his head, his mouth curled down and drooping. The vacant look in his eyes was chilling.

“Mama?”

With horror, I grabbed the phone from his limp hand and dialed 911.

 
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