He stood looking at me while I cleaned the kitchen. He stood across the room just admiring me.
I look out overlooking the scenery outside.
The pure freedom of being who I want to me.
I see him as he struts his stuff picking up our plates to bring them over to me.
All the while my body screams for him, I see him, I want him, I want to please him.
My body screams as it is, take me oh great sexy god.
Take me I'm yours.
Oh god, he is so sexy.
As he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, I knew the seduction as begun.
"Come upstairs with me, I have something to show you, I want to see you naked."
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
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