Like the lightning flashing outside my window now, inspiration strikes.

Dozing off, laying on my back, the storm hits. It’s fucking crazy how instantly hard I become. My mind jumps to this old childhood bedroom, hurried breathing, tearing the fabric from our skins amidst frantic kisses. Your panties slide down your thighs, tangled and soaked. The hunger that comes to me? Intoxicating comes close to describing the effect it has on me. I lose myself in you.

I want you to ride me. Hands on my chest, thighs around my waist, leaning down to kiss me between shuddering breaths, I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me. No one else. Just you. I want all of you. Do you understand that? Your stifled whimpers, your tits brushing against my chest lightly, that string of saliva popping between your luscious fuckable lips.

But do you know what else I want? You know those thoughts, those fantasies, the things that tickle your stomach and take you to the threshold of places you want to go but don’t for fear of being lost in the forest? Right here, right now, I’ll go to those places if you do. Unhinged, unfettered, wild and feral and utterly, utterly free.

You’re going to ride my cock while I stretch and pull your nipples because I know you’re a greedy little pain slut. And your pretty little cunt is going to take my load to save the mess I’ll leave behind. Don’t get dressed after I’m done with you, my toy. Drift off to sleep to the sound of the storm and the feeling of my cum dribbling out of you.

Make no mistake. You, all that you are, belongs to me.