Message in a Bottle #5

Photo by Yohann LIBOT

What dark desires haunt your dreams?

Am I a willing thing kneeling at the foot of your bed, bound to you as tightly as I am by these red ribbons biting into my fevered flesh?

Do your hands seek out the tangle of my dark hair? Do your fingers flex to dig into my burning flesh? Would your palms tingle to connect with my taunting ass? Do your thighs ache to push against mine, spreading me wide for your pleasure, my submission? Do your ears long to hear the delicious moans that spill from my eager lips - sounds that only you have ever coaxed and wrenched from me?

Have you other passions, only whispered, left untried, untested?

Does your neck want to feel the sharp bite of my teeth sinking in? Does your throat yearn for the push of my forearm against it, forcing your jaw to where I enjoy it? Do your wrists miss the pressure of my weight pinning them down? Do you want to be the one who screams?