To be taken.
To be wanted.
Stripped of inhibitions. Everything I am set side in that moment of feeling. Being. Aching all over for another touch. mmmm
I dream in technicolor
or warm skin, that tastes so salty sweet. That I can pet and scratch and kiss and fondle to my hearts desire. No complaint, no restraint. No "I'm too tired" No "I'm too busy" No "not tonight"
I'm beyond understanding. Am I really so... dirty? That I need this? That I want this? That it engulfs me until I get it, and then I want more and more..
and ... Fuck.
Nononono. I'm GOOD! Damnit. I'm a proper mom with a dream of a coffee shop comic book store rolled in one... A pretty little place just outside a big city. Somewhere with a proper farmers market and excitement nearby. A pretty little place with rooms upstaris to stay.
I can't help that sometimes I dream of a bit more.. or I want this dream NOW! and not
11 more years? That's a long time baby.
I'm already too old..
to be more then passing interesting..
to anyone of interest.