I hadn't thought of you moaning my name. The name I gave to you to call me, I [...]
I was shaken by the word texted to me by your hands, then by your voice around it. That you would moan it didn't enter into thought at all.
Now I can't stop thinking it, like a little sliver of glass under my skin. A splinter of thought.
How deep your voice is.
[...]
My heart is pounding, Vevay. I need [...] you. I need to be near you; I need to hear everything you do with my name.
Couple this longing with all the possibilities around 'lifting' you and I may lose all sense. I find myself asking if I should be wise and say nothing more, or if I should subject myself to the anxiety of having spoken something obscene for the sake of escalation.
Flirtation is one thing. Speaking of taste and vines and touches, it could all be innocent (somewhat.)
I do like the thought of you blushing and moaning far more than I dislike the rush of displeasure with myself.
[...]
A risk, then, for the sake of my name wrapped in the pleasured depths of your voice.
I told you what I would do with your hands; what I'd enjoy most is taking my time with you. Against a wall just that way, with your hands above your head.
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The thought of you
I hadn't thought
I hadn't thought of you moaning my name.
The name I gave to you to call me, I[...]I was shaken by the word texted to me by your hands, then by your voice around it. That you would moan it didn't enter into thought at all.
Now I can't stop thinking it, like a little sliver of glass under my skin. A splinter of thought.
How deep your voice is.
[...]
My heart is pounding, Vevay. I need [...] you. I need to be near you; I need to hear everything you do with my name.
Couple this longing with all the possibilities around 'lifting' you and I may lose all sense. I find myself asking if I should be wise and say nothing more, or if I should subject myself to the anxiety of having spoken something obscene for the sake of escalation.
Flirtation is one thing. Speaking of taste and vines and touches, it could all be innocent (somewhat.)
I do like the thought of you blushing and moaning far more than I dislike the rush of displeasure with myself.
[...]
A risk, then, for the sake of my name wrapped in the pleasured depths of your voice.
I told you what I would do with your hands; what I'd enjoy most is taking my time with you. Against a wall just that way, with your hands above your head.
And your legs over my shoulders.
That would take lifting, wouldn't it, коханий?
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Yes, that was worth it. :)