I long for it so badly. I’m more than just desperate for it. I depend on it as much as on that air rushing through my lungs or the blood pumping through my veins. I need to have that feeling of being craved. That sensation that someone is aching and hungry for me. Nothing beats that.
What could be better than knowing they think about you constantly, with pure thoughts but equally as much in dirty ways? That you are the one provoking those reactions. That you are the cause and the undeniable reason for that uncontrollable urge and everything else that comes after it. To have that kind of an effect on someone is truly magnificent and surely one of life’s greatest secret pleasures.
I have to feel that. I have to not only know but believe that I’m the one because I’m the only one. Not second choice or one of many or just good enough at that moment. That is not fucking good enough! And if I’m not then I have to know that just the same. Because I cannot open up and give myself fully and unconditionally if that is the case. I don’t do half assed with anything in life. She deserves all of me in every way without even the slightest bit of hesitation. Just like I do of her.
And when I get it all, when I’m her passion, then watch out. I return it with such an inferno of love and lust that makes her want to get burned on me every single day.
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