I want to touch you
with my hands, my mouth and my body. But, more importantly, I want to
touch you with my mind.
My soul has been
rattled for a full week now. Last Sunday was the first time we
messaged back and forth, back and forth until you crawled into my
brain. You have a keen mind, a strong intellect and a deep kindness.
You caught me off-guard.
Maybe this is the
type of sweet torture I should back away from. It’s impulsive and
lustful. Perhaps I should keep it to myself. Yet, most of my life,
I’ve kept to myself. I’m no longer willing to hide from the world
(or myself). I need to make a confession to you.
I have a deep
craving. Your kisses are so tender, they made me melt. Neither one of
us intended to connect so viscerally on Monday; yet, it’s what our
bodies needed.
Early morning
fantasies have haunted me the last few days. I can see it in my mind.
Your fingers laced in mine. I want to be held down by you. Later on,
your hands are on my waist, your grip firm, yet gentle. And I can
almost feel you buried deep inside my wetness, pounding together so
deep inside until we both explode.
There is no harm in
us exploring fantasies. What would you like to do with me?
I want really be
present, be tender, be naked with someone: a man who needs kindness,
affection and some sexual attention. I believe in sexual healing. My body and my soul begs for us
to meet again…
