Greetings. Perfect posture. Straight and strong. Firm to the touch. Smooth. Rich. I like to stare. Stuck in awe. There’s power in his strength. The way knees bend and lips moisten. I find myself doing whatever to keep him standing. I crave his attention. Mouthing a language but not one that is heard. Circular motions. Teeth piercing the soft flesh as eyes close. Anything to keep him, present. Tracing lines inside. So much strength I hold between lips. With hands keeping rhythm. Hands and kisses, I finally hear words. Wanting nothing more than warmth spread across my face. I maintain steady pace despite firm grips against my neck. I wanna be ready to receive. To drink. To feel full as he empties. Covering every taste bud. Smiles given in appreciation. I love when salutatio
Written January 18,2016
