Deleted Member Posted July 11, 2019 Posted July 11, 2019 Your words - like smoke laden tendrils that twist and coil- insinuate themselves into spaces I was unaware existed Filling me with heat. It makes me thirst. Like a man lost in the desert, it is Unquenchable. Making me ache. Fingers beneath my panties stave the hunger but soon thoughts of you return again. I feel possessed by a dragon, long dormant now awake and starving, no matter how much I feed it the fire burns hotter. Stronger. Flicks from your serpentine tongue ignite a maelstrom of licentious fantasies, causing me to blush at my own libidinous thoughts. Smoke burns hot till the Fire is all consuming. The dragon devours my lust eating it only to feed it back to me again. No matter how many times my hand creates the moisture to dampen the flames, the tendrils of smoke whisper through my psyche once again, blowing on the dying embers.
Deleted Member Posted July 11, 2019 Author Posted July 11, 2019 This is so well written that it is simply easy to read in the most elegant way
Deleted Member Posted July 11, 2019 Author Posted July 11, 2019 "maelstrom of licentious fantasies"..lovely
Bu**** Posted July 20, 2019 Posted July 20, 2019 The burning fire in the dragons mouth... yummy @AllisonWonderland
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