Her Confessions - Sex Stories

Her Confessions

Some nights, my finger

moves across my legs

Eyes closed

my head filled

with your words

Sneak peek

goosebumps like braille

spelling your name

slow and steady

as I touch myself

~

Strip my mind

and not my skin

Peel off slowly

the walls I've built

Wake me up

Grab my hands

And push me up

against the walls

of my soul

Learn every inch

of who I really am

Until you know me

Intimately raw

And the resonance

of your being

drips from my mouth

like beads of pleas

so I can feel you

rough and hard

as my lips part

pink

spilling

toes curling

releasing a gasp

choking on

your majestic name

over and

over again