For me lust is a curious state of my consciousness.
I forget my name, as I’m wrapped and encased in ecstasy.
He kisses my neck, my hands trapped against the wall, his fingers are cascading over my body invading me.
My body screaming for attention, I’m so close to the edge.
Tenderly teased, yet ravaged, He turns me around, pressing me hard against the wall, then walks away. He pauses, then turns to look at me.
My eyes beg
He smiles
I whisper in a husky voice “Please Master… I am ready”
His response “Not yet my slave….not yet”
