Have you ever been driven so far inside your own desire that it burns? That it aches inside you and you would beg for release. Have you ever felt that desire over your entire body, your entire body reduced to a crumbling mess of sensual feelings. Every erogenous zone on your body desiring nothing more than to be touched, used, wanted, violated, taken. Wanting, needing, desiring, lost , head spinning in your own bodies torture. Have you ever wanted someone so much it drives you to distraction with no other thoughts in your mind than to please someone by your wanton, frustrated, quivering, burning body. The look in your eyes just a driven wild animalistic urge that you have to fill, a need you would do anything for, no thought of shyness, no thoughts in your head at all but that burning need.
I have, i feel it a lot in varying degrees.. But the last couple of days it has really burned in me. That drive, that burn.. that fire that hides behind my little girl nature. And it does hide, trust me on that. Behind that cute , sweet, innocent seeming little thing is me, is the feelings i have now, have had for the last 2 days… If you were with me now you could feel it coming off me in waves, you could see it in my eyes, the way i slowly touch my skin, just stroking it idly, watching, the way i touch the keyboard, run my hands over my wall as i walk past, they way, that as i eat, i lick my fingers clean.. tasting them enjoying the feelings that run through me. The way i watch the smoke slowly dance from the tip of my cigarette, moving slightly, watching its pale dance, running my other hand idly though the smoke at times. The way it leaves my mouth, a slow, controlled exhalation, my mouth an open lipped pout, my white teeth a contrast to my berry red, glistening lips.
And when i dance, and dance i do when i am in this mood, my hips snake, my body sways to the beat, the beat i feel pressing my body, like a heady pressure that beats inside you. The time when you lose yourself to the dance, and your fingers trace over your skin sending shivers down your spine deep into your…core. When i am like this i can beat any fired up little boy in the fire that burns inside me. When the dance becomes so much more than a move of your body, its a build up, a show of the desire in you as every movement is judged by those watching, imaginary or not.
Its that drive inside you that takes you to the dangerous, dark side of yourself. That side that would push everything. Wanting the rush of wrongness. No mercy, no gentle love, just pure unadulterated lust. Pure passion. Everyone has it somewhere in them. I have it by the pound at times. I think it would surprise some people sometimes, especially those that see me as this cute little thing , so obediant, so wanting of a touch, a word, watching my quivers hearing my girly whimpers. Full of bending, flowing water, not knowing i have a fire in me at times that consumes until it has burned its course. That fire that drives me to wanton, lustful acts. I am a little girl, but at her core, deep inside, burns a sluts heart.
Smiles with wanting eyes. I am bisexual, I am attracted to men and women. I like the difference in the way they act. For me though the thing that matters is the soul of a person. However.. and i say this here, as some may be very .. intimidated at the thought of it..I am more attracted to a womans physical form than a mans. I enjoy sex with a woman more than i do with a man. I love cock, i love the, wild pulsating desire that comes with a man, but you can’t beat the softness, gentle wanting passionate tenderness with being with a woman. It is more than just sex. It connects in my head, like a fantastic mind fuck. The gentle kiss, even at its most passionate, there is something blissful in its sweetness. People claim that you can’t get the same… feelings with sex with a woman. In a way they are right. We don’t have a cock.. we have no pulsating hard piece of flesh. But women haveso much more. Its a different .. set of expectations. A more frenzied, intense thing. Have you seen a woman look into your eyes in the midst of cuming, the fire inside her. smiles.. thought not. If you did you’d understand. Maybe you do.
