Hello there, post something really dirty please
Oh, depends on what you're into. Pick a topic, and if it isn't too niche or out there, I can make a post about it ;)

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Hello there, post something really dirty please
Oh, depends on what you're into. Pick a topic, and if it isn't too niche or out there, I can make a post about it ;)
I may act all professional when I see you,
But my mind is constantly running rampant,
Playing out scenarios that'd make you blush,
Saying words that would make you squirm,
Touching you in places that make you shiver,
Holding you in ways that'd make you melt...
All just a practice round for what's to come.
I've undressed you with my eyes
So many times in my mind
That I have nowhere else
To put the clothes
I see the hints you're laying down.
The sultry glances, the seductive smiles,
Your bra peeking out when you talk to me.
I catch you admiring from time to time,
Impulsively biting your lip as you fantasize.
None of it goes unnoticed, sly as you are.
It makes me wonder if you catch my looks,
My carnal stares, full of intent.
How I can't help but be drawn to your curves
Since you make yourself so easy on my eyes.
It makes me wonder what you think of
When you're undeniably lost in your fantasy.
But most of all, I can't help but wonder
When we're finally going to act on them.
The contrast between your personas
Will always be something driving me wild.
How innocence and elegant beauty
Transforms into sultry, carnal desire.
How sweet nothings, bits of conversation
Quickly change to salacious turn of phrase.
How you go from proper and composed
To a complete mess, begging for attention.
And especially,
How my only response is to comply.
From across the table, your eyes speak,
Saying the words you can't say aloud,
And I realize there isn't the slightest chance
That you'll be able to wait until we get home.
You try to fight it,
But good girls eventually
End up giving in
The tightening around your neck
Can only act as a poor substitute
For what my hands were made for doing
What is it that's exciting you most?
The actions leading up this moment,
The carnal look in my eyes as I gaze,
Or the fact that you know what comes next?
The air in the room drips with anticipation,
As do you.
After a long day, there's nothing I need more.
The mere sight of you awakens my lust,
Inciting me to do things, betraying who I am.
I'm drawn to you by sheer impulse,
Wanton. Expressive. Liberated. Free.
And I can't help but love you for it.
The thought of your touch tortures me
Tantalizing, telling me to be treacherous
Teach me, tender tips, take me, my temple
I try to tame the telltale tightening
And the time that temporarily tears us ticks
Together tonight, tomorrow? Tell me
Trade these tips for your tongue, your touch
Tell me the terrible things that take place
Teach me through teasing, through talent
How to tame the tenacious tempest.
Sultry sighs seep through,
You, sweet succubus, shuddering,
Shaking as someone sensually serenades,
Sinfully slowly over your sex, sampling,
Sacrificing solitude, sounding, screaming,
A sudden sexual shift of supple skin,
Sending shivers up your slender spine,
Seeing you as you silently, secretly,
Submit.
The thought of it alone is torture.
Reality without it is even more torturous,
And yet, when the torture ends,
All I want when he's here,
Is for him to torture me further.