Welcome to my filthy mind...

Curiosity killed the cat, so you can call me intrigued. I want to feel everything. The chill of the air conditioner is an especially nice contrast to the wet heat of these soft sheets.

Call me selfish, or maybe I am just insecure, but I want to be held. No. First, I want to be worshiped and adored. I want you to bow before me, kneel at my feet, or lay over me and give everything to me. I want your lips, soft and supple. I want your chin, stubbly or smooth.

I want to be caressed and loved. The feeling of being so deep into you that I forget what daylight is. Each movement brings a new texture that I have yet to understand. I will caress you back, if that is what you like. But who are you?