There is something about him that makes me feel awfully wicked. He makes me want to do shockingly dirty things. Maybe it's because he's so proper. Sometimes when I look at him, I want to tear off all his clothes and fuck him where he stands.
True intimacy happens when you feel completely safe in someone's energy. Their aura invites all of you in. When another person feels like home, you know there's a divine connection.
There is no question that I am the center of his erotic world. I make sure this is part of our normal. I love having him like this, inside me, burning for release. Burning for me.
