I can't believe, after all this time, I have returned to this place where all I desire is to make your desires a reality. I am the dream maker, the author and finisher of so many faiths, that sometimes it is hard to keep track of everything. Yes, I created the religion you so called your own. It was my fingers that pressed gently and rapidly. It was my desire that penetrated, sometimes without your awareness, the depths of your existence as I wrote the lines that you would whisper in the night.
Enter me. You had said - and I entered.
Touch me. You had yearned, wriggling like a cat on the ground who hadn't been touched in an long time — and so I touched you.
Whisper to me. You cried when it was finished — and I whispered.
Return to me. Your heart had dreamt — and so here I am, sitting at the table, watching your reflection in the mirror as you undress, lay on the bed, and begin to touch yourself.
Interruption. A knock on the door. A frustrated sigh. An old t-shirt being thrown on, hiding the black panties that you had almost taken off. It was merely a delivery man with a small box — a present for a colleague — that had been ordered that day before. It was an insignificant distraction — and sadly the moment vanished, but I still watched as you moved about your day, quickly forgetting the desires of the morning.
Come back to me. I whispered, but you could not hear, because you did not know it was I who longed for you.
So I waited and watched carefully, knowing that once I typed the words, you would return — they all would return.
I wrote the invitation — a small magical incantation — a month later, but not before teasing and enticing you with thoughts that could never truly be desired in your earthly realm. Yes, it was I who had set-up that man in the bar to look at you with such an innocent look that made you moisten with dark thoughts.
What if I just teased him and made him squirm? What if I just allowed him a small taste of my lips? What would the girl sitting across from him think? Do I even care?
And so you did. You followed him towards the restroom. You smiled back at him when he smiled at you. And in your imagination, you sucked his dick and felt it penetrate your moist lips. In that moment, by the restroom, you didn't think it would become reality. You didn't know that the girl was his sister and he would quickly dismiss her to come join you. You didn't know that he also hadn't been touched, except by his own hands, in a long time. Yet, by the time the clock struck three, you touched him and allowed him to taste you. And you drank up every drop of his intensity before kicking him out, laying yourself down, and still thinking that it wasn't enough.
