She was a beautiful woman, simple by all regards. Her beauty was outrageous as most women's beauty is, she had fair soft seducing eyes, inviting you in at just a mere glance with kindness and womanliness. She oozed passion in her aura, and was into reading books a lot and had recently taken a long time off from pursuing Love to balance her life out.
Now that she was back and starting to crave intimacy again, it seemed like God herself had sent down the angels of Lust to inhabit her body.
She didn't really know what she was looking for in a partner, as her stored up energy had all but let her forget what a lover's physical touch might feel like. Much like the feeling when having walked for 10 miles without a sip of water, and then fasting for a day. All the waiting had made her touch practically orgasmic, as she hardly ever had anyone to touch or feel.
She could feel her body's desire writhing for a certain comfort in bed growing each night, as her sensitive nipples became engorged in the flesh and grew to sense out the feelings of the cool air in the room and begin to crave the touch of someone besides her own skin.
Now this woman, filled with the holy presence of God's fiery lust filling the blood, spirit and water of her body and soul, suddenly had an awakening to her creative passions and desires.
She wanted a younger man, but with a stiff rod and a hard body that wasn't afraid of anything and would be kind to her and not argue with her. She was introspective enough to know herself and her desires, and she wasn't afraid to write about them.
She had a desire, and it went like this:
She wanted a man to love her feet, and her ankles. To offer her massages on a daily basis, and listen to her talk about her hobbies and Joys and Passions. She wanted a man to feel his touch on a daily basis and his desire, his sensible desire of course, to reproduce.
She wanted a man to desire her so badly now, that she was being consumed by this fiery lust in her body, letting it fill her up from toes to crown.
It had been so long that even the slightest touches felt orgasmic in nature to her, and she longed for a release to surrender to the love of having a warm pulsing hungry penis to play with.
In fact, she had a secret desire to own one for herself, but was terribly turned off by the gender dysphoria of today's society. She knew herself as a woman and had been with several women a long time ago, but nothing would satisfy her at all besides exactly what she wanted.
A run in with a Fit, Young, Eager to love Lover, that was gentle and kind and passionate about foreplay and soft kisses. She missed the long 3 hour sessions of rolling around under the covers getting warm and being smothered in ecstasy, poetry, sensations and oxytocin releases.
She was inexperienced in the ways of orgasms, but she was aware of many ways to experience pleasure on different levels of life and making cocktails of fancy emotions to enjoy in her own simple free time.
She was unsure of how to find such a lad that would be so gentle and kind, willing enough to walk for her just to see her smile in the day. Enough of a turn on to see her man out in public happy to see her, but clever enough to desire to seduce him back to her secret love cave.
After days of wandering around at her local park, this woman's desire's began to skyrocket, and she found even her own masturbation to be unsatisfactory. It seemed almost every man she looked at had an attractive allure that would have her wishing to be closer to his chest, and to hear his heart beating.
She wanted to hear how slowly, or how quickly. She felt she could hear his heart and emotions and soul just by listening quietly to the gentle drumming of a man's heart.
Now on this particular day, one day she decided to forget all she knew about dating, and finally just caved and approached a mutually agreeable attractive male with full gusto.