I see it all the time. A little hashtag here, a screaming comment there. The guilt, the shame, the embarrassment of being turned on by something so simple as a look, a touch, a wink…
There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by his hands… staring for hours at his wide palm, wondering if it’s big enough to cover your mouth as you scream… the uncommonly long yet thick fingers, daydreaming of them gliding down your body, plucking at your nipples, filling up the needy space between your thighs.
There’s nothing wrong with feeling hot when he licks his lips… a hint of big, pink tongue… imagining the way it would slither between your lips and legs… parting, invading, probing the depths of you… Or his lips… so plump and juicy pressed to yours in a passionate, hungry kiss that travels somehow seamlessly down to your delicate throat… lost in thought of how they’d pulse upon your clit… suckling… tasting… drinking you down.
There’s nothing wrong with getting squirmy when you see his thick thighs… the long legs that bow in the middle, perfectly rounded and ready to ride…. how delightfully intoxicating it would be to straddle those thighs and grind down until you’re a sloppy mess of tingling nerves and wet holes.
There’s nothing wrong with dreaming about his big, muscular arms wrapped so tight around you, holding you close while his big hands, juicy lips, expert tongue, thick fingers, heavy thighs work on your body one by one and together to bring you to the most desperate state…
Nothing wrong with you at all…
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