Slick confessions with a side of passion

Sometimes I make myself.. embarrassed.

Flushed from the thoughts that creep in, late at night lost in those...dreams..

I don't often let my mind drift to.. pleasure and... erotic tastes.

Sometimes I can't help myself... letting human nature slip in.

The heated thoughts of late night rendezvous..but never of the simple kind.

Lust is so much more craved in dark, and dangerous procedure..when being caught could bring about undesired attention...

Kisses becoming passionate.. entangled..fingers intertwined in hair...skin being scratched and delectable sounds be drowned by hands... keeping them muffled as they take their time.

That sweet.. longing...

It entices me...drags me in...and makes me shiver in intensity... losing myself to the imagery...

My own breath...hitched in my throat.. picturing his hands wrapping around it..

The pleasurable snarls and the breathless gasps of needy.... begging...bodies..

Slick with sweat...

So tempting...