I want
Ask me what I want. Go on. Ask me. I dare you. I double dare you.
I want you. I want to fuck you. I want you, to want, to fuck me too.
I want the fantasy. I want to fuck you in stockings, a corset and high heels, bent over my desk, pleading for more.
I want to tease you, stimulate, excite and please you. I want you dancing to my touch, flinching, clenching, straining.
I want to feel the tension, as your muscles tighten. As you push yourself onto very tip toe. I want to feel your legs quiver, see your body shiver as you teeter.
I want to play you, lead you, hold you, control you. I want to take you right to the edge. I want to push push you and pull you as you try to hold back.
Then I'm going shove you. Not carry you, not lift you, but shove you right off that cliff.
And as you start to fall, I'm going to grab you, take that moment from you. As you try to let go, I am going to squeeze, pinch, flick, nip, bite, slap, push you right back. I am going, stop you falling, force you to keep going.
I'm going to pull you up, turn you round, push you back against the wall. Hold you there my mouth, my lips, my arms, my hands. Kiss you and take your breath as your legs give way. I want to push you, force you back, I won't let you go. I won't ease off or give up until I have you where I want you.
Then I going to fuck you, lift you, carry you, force you.
I want it to be a fight. I want you to try to stop me.
I want to overwhelm you. I want your body to fight me.
I want it to be, too much, too intense, too acute. I want your mind and body to rebel against me. I want you to fight me. I want you to lick suck bite scratch and tear at my flesh as your body starts to give into me.