“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”
“I want to see what I do to you. Your hand is mine. Those legs that shake, your pretty soft folds growing wetter by the minute. Mine. Open up, Baby Girl… let me chart the path my lips and teeth and tongue will take, to reach deep inside you.”
I complied, of course. Arched my back, and felt your eyes and the sun’s rays, warm my body. Inhaled the crisp morning air that carried your scent with it. My fingers became your hungry, smiling face. Your desire surrounded me, penetrated my slippery depths.
“Just like that. You’re perfect.” you said.
I felt your voice, vibrating through me. My nipples tingled in response, my clit swelled, heart rate thrummed… for you, your touch, your warmth driving into me. My toes on tip, poised to leap into orgasmic bliss for you.
“Now cum for me, beautiful girl. Show me how good I make you feel.”
