Sprawling, earbuds-nestled, skin-writhing atop flesh-warmed leather. Leaving traces of moisture in my wake to decorate its welcoming caress.
Podcast me baby. Whisper sweet entreaties into my receptive, wanting aural canyons. Sibilant s-es slithering seductive, singing sonatas to my supine form. Demanding d’s directing digits to delirium.
Digits lost amongst juice-slick folds as nailed tips bury themselves cuticle deep in the sopping wetness of my desire. Still the words flow, resonating through my flushing form; fluttering breathlessly betwixt throat and heaving breasts; exploding with wild abandon in my aching sex.
“Sandstone hand-carved with geometric Romanesque detailing…”
And I die a little.
