She would lie to herself that it was just a friendly conversation
The mood shifting quickly at times or ebbing and flowing at others
The wave of sexuality would always come
It would wash over her, but not cleanse
Ultimately pulling her under like a rip tide
No struggling, it would only make it harder to get out of the tide
She let the tide pull her out to sea
Nipples tightening, clit hardening, and juices flowing
His voice pulling her deeper and further out
Simple fantasies becoming complex and vivid
Clothes and walls are stripped away as the tide turns
Body tingling, needed to be touched
Her fingers finding nipples first
Pulling and tugging as his voice sweeps her further out
Wave after wave crashing through her body
Fingers finally finding her soaking slit
His voice pulling her in deeper, darker
Moans and whispers escaping her lips as the tide takes her down
Fingers moving faster, body writhing, and juices flowing
Waves building, pushing her deeper, and further than ever before
Everything else fading away, leaving only his voice and her body’s reaction to it
The tide turning quickly, unexpectedly
Carrying her to the crest of the wave, as her body shakes
The tide finally releasing her as they both crest the wave together
Breathing deep and murmuring incoherently, her body floating free from the rip tide
Breathing out with exhaustion and satisfaction
Knowing she will face a darker, deeper tide the next time she hears his voice
