Kiss Me Like the Breeze

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Iris

I like to go on walks, to wear a light cotton dress with nothing under so the summer breeze brushes up between my thighs. Its cool and makes me throb. I want him, the man I'm falling for, to be the breeze. To send air into my pussy and drive me mad as we walk through the park. I want him to take me right there in the trees with the city around us, the noise of cars and pedestrians drowned out over his touch.

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