Intellectual Sexual Tension10/9/2022 he was sweet like dark red strawberries soaked in sugar
smooth like the red wine that sat in the bottom of my lipstick stained glass.. I could feel my body heating up like the pavement with the kisses from the late afternoon sun was it coming from the three glasses we just shared, or the fire in his eyes that sent heat waves in my direction I squirmed ever so slightly leaving puddles of untouched desire on the seat beneath me All I wanted was to climb my thick golden body onto this table and crawl to him like a lioness in heat and swallow him whole down girl, I told myself as I listened to him speak intellectually about famous philosophers like Alan Watts and Jiddu Krisanmurti he was stimulating my mind and effortlessly taking me on a trip through a sea of words I’ve never heard philosophies I never knew existed it was like having an orgasm every time I learned something new from his intellectual old soul making love to my brain was quickest way to make these lace black panties drop but there was nothing more he needed to do because the mere thought of him physically touching my body was a stimulation overload even though I knew this man already had me wrapped around his silky chocolate finger just by the words he spoke, my ego wanted nothing more than to have him walk over to me and devour my vanilla cupcake for dessert but instead of giving into my sexual fantasies of wanting to be handled and disrespected all across this cherry stained wood table, i sat back and allowed him to stroke my conscious mind instead
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