A Sexual Fantasy

— By tinamariaelena

"You are forgiven!" he whispers in my ear and I feel the warm sunlight in my hair. I am lit for you, dying for you to take me... For your wet, silky tongue in my rose... soft and sweet, drenched and swollen... Blurred pictures of the way you make me thirsty for more... You pierce me with your deep, green eyes and forcefully make my hungry lips taste your pulsating power... "You are forgiven..." he whispers again.