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My Deepest Desires

My Little Secret

By Mercedes ChavezPublished 24 days ago 3 min read
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Initially, my yearning for him was as pure as a whispering breeze, but now a voracious fire blazes within me, an insatiable desire to be caressed by his hands. I find myself aching for him, as essential to my existence as the very air that fills my lungs. In his absence, a relentless longing consumes me; I am haunted by the thought of his proximity, the deep resonance of his voice, and the intoxicating sensation of his lips pressed fervently against mine.

I'm aware of the forbidden nature of this desire, cognizant of the reasons behind his restraint, yet having savored the sweetness of his caress, it has become my singular obsession. My flesh cries out for him, and only the searing heat of his touch can quell the ravenous craving that pulses within me. I've sought solace in countless distractions, yet none can extinguish the burning lust that his very hands, the softness of his lips, and the commanding presence of his body ignite in my core.

He's acutely aware of the inferno he ignites within me, of the sultry heat that radiates through my veins with every fleeting thought of him. Recollections of our past entanglements incite the most scandalous desires, desires that bloom in the depths of my mind during moments most forbidden. It's torturous, this yearning, when he is beyond my reach, and the aching need for him claws at my restraint, threatening to consume me whole.

The fantasy of him conquering me upon this very desk sears through my consciousness, the idea of stifling my cries of ecstasy barely registering amidst the storm of desire. Yet, the fervor with which I crave his touch renders me reckless, indifferent to the possibility of prying eyes or eavesdropping ears. All that matters is the insatiable longing to reunite with his rhythm, to draw him deeper into the core of my being as we fuse into one, our bodies dissolving into a delirious harmony of passion.

With fervent intensity, my nails carve into the flesh of his back, a silent plea to draw him even closer, to merge with the depths of my yearning soul. Cravings intensify, a relentless whisper urging him to quicken his pace, to brand me with the indelible mark of his possession. I am his sanctuary, his alone to dominate and cherish. My tongue embarks on an exploratory journey, a sensual odyssey across the landscape of his body, savoring the salt and essence of every inch, every hidden contour that pulses with shared desire.

I crave the intoxicating sensation of him between my lips, his fervent shudders and the desperate squirms as the inferno within his core rages unbridled. Every breath, a silent entreaty for the exquisite torment not to cease, pushing him precipitously to the brink of ecstasy. Yet, in a tantalizing suspension of time, I bring him to a maddening halt, only to have him surge within me, filling my very being with his essence, claiming every fiber of my body in a dance as old as time.

This desire transcends mere longing; it's a primal necessity, a yearning to possess him within my embrace at my merest whim or at his most urgent craving. I ache for the sensation of enveloping him entirely, every inch a delicious pressure that I seize and clasp tightly. I want to feel the rhythmic throbbing, a crescendo of our shared hunger, until finally, in a fervent rush, I feel him surrender to the intensity, releasing the very essence of his passion.

He has become the singular object of my burning desires, the one I yearn for ceaselessly, regardless of whether his own cravings mirror mine. These fervent musings, perhaps too sultry and wild to voice aloud, are the whispers of my innermost self, a tempest of longing that I should perhaps guard in the silent chambers of my heart.

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About the Creator

Mercedes Chavez

Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.

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  • angela hepworth20 days ago

    Stunning, sexy work!

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