11-06-2017, 10:14 PM
Ellyse
I have the tendency of getting very physical,
so watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle.
so watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle.
For a moment in time, she can forget that she is no longer whole – that she is no longer what she once was; the heat of his fervent kiss pressed against the quivering surface of her cheek, of her jaw is enough to chase away the shadow of doubt away, leaving her intoxicated by his caress. Yearning to trace every line, ridge and curve of his body. The vibration and hum of his arousal, breathed against her shoulder with a rumbling of ardent desire from the tightness of his throat coaxes one from her own, breathlessly sighed into the darkness of his hip.
The sensation of his coiled, taut muscles clenching and shivering with delight is inebriating, while her lips and teeth press and taste the fallen starlight and ash draped over the length of his marred, but indiscriminately flawless physique. The sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins pressing her closer to him, while the curve of her hip aligns perfectly with the crease of his flank, as her lips trail along the ridged column of his neck, tasting his pulse thrumming beneath her pale mouth.
Her name on his lips - huskily murmured with a fervent and growing hunger with the fullness of his desire – is enough to elicit a moan against the curve of his jaw. The plane of her forehead slowly traces the length of his maw, savoring the warmth of his breath weaving beneath her tousled tresses, sending a shiver down to the base of her spine. The tension within the roiling pit of her stomach has since blossomed into a fluttering fever lower and lower, leaving her breathless while her heartbeat quickens. It is made fiercer by the heat of his shoulder pressed along the curve of her rump, drawing out a soft and gasping moan from the tightness of her chest.
Say it again, and she is parted for him, splay-legged with a deep, carnal desire for him to fill her, to become one with her while her hips sway – writhing against him with a sensual need pooling within her loin. Tell me, he urges her, seeking to coax her out of the tightly bound box where she kept her darkest confessions, her deepest desires – but long gone are the far-off fantasies of governance, of control, of power, and her resolve has fallen away, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him.
Desiring only him – the warmth of his embrace, the heat of his ardent caress, the cadence of his voice moaning her name – beneath the pale moonlight that had held the unspoken enigma of their kinship for so long. When the soft caress of his whiskered mouth caresses the curve of her hip, trailing lower and delving beneath the entanglement of her tail, she can no longer contain her hitched breath, nor her strangled, stifled moan. Trembling, she presses against him, uncoiling, unraveling against his tongue, tremulous and overtaken by the intensity of her appetite for his touch and for him -
(Coupling with him beside the rough and raucous river in heartbreak so long ago held no candle to the raw ferocity and fire stoked from within her by his affectionate, hungry kiss now – black and white; sun and moon. The trust, the devotion, the love burning inside of her chest urging him closer to him, appreciating him in a way she never had before, wanting him in a way she had never felt before.)
”I need you, Dahmer,” she breathes, she moans breathlessly, her hazel eye cast over her shoulder in a timorous plea, ”please take me; take me now.”
The sensation of his coiled, taut muscles clenching and shivering with delight is inebriating, while her lips and teeth press and taste the fallen starlight and ash draped over the length of his marred, but indiscriminately flawless physique. The sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins pressing her closer to him, while the curve of her hip aligns perfectly with the crease of his flank, as her lips trail along the ridged column of his neck, tasting his pulse thrumming beneath her pale mouth.
Her name on his lips - huskily murmured with a fervent and growing hunger with the fullness of his desire – is enough to elicit a moan against the curve of his jaw. The plane of her forehead slowly traces the length of his maw, savoring the warmth of his breath weaving beneath her tousled tresses, sending a shiver down to the base of her spine. The tension within the roiling pit of her stomach has since blossomed into a fluttering fever lower and lower, leaving her breathless while her heartbeat quickens. It is made fiercer by the heat of his shoulder pressed along the curve of her rump, drawing out a soft and gasping moan from the tightness of her chest.
Say it again, and she is parted for him, splay-legged with a deep, carnal desire for him to fill her, to become one with her while her hips sway – writhing against him with a sensual need pooling within her loin. Tell me, he urges her, seeking to coax her out of the tightly bound box where she kept her darkest confessions, her deepest desires – but long gone are the far-off fantasies of governance, of control, of power, and her resolve has fallen away, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him.
Desiring only him – the warmth of his embrace, the heat of his ardent caress, the cadence of his voice moaning her name – beneath the pale moonlight that had held the unspoken enigma of their kinship for so long. When the soft caress of his whiskered mouth caresses the curve of her hip, trailing lower and delving beneath the entanglement of her tail, she can no longer contain her hitched breath, nor her strangled, stifled moan. Trembling, she presses against him, uncoiling, unraveling against his tongue, tremulous and overtaken by the intensity of her appetite for his touch and for him -
(Coupling with him beside the rough and raucous river in heartbreak so long ago held no candle to the raw ferocity and fire stoked from within her by his affectionate, hungry kiss now – black and white; sun and moon. The trust, the devotion, the love burning inside of her chest urging him closer to him, appreciating him in a way she never had before, wanting him in a way she had never felt before.)
”I need you, Dahmer,” she breathes, she moans breathlessly, her hazel eye cast over her shoulder in a timorous plea, ”please take me; take me now.”
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone;
you're not fit to fucking tread the ground that I am walking on.
you're not fit to fucking tread the ground that I am walking on.
@[Dahmer]