This isn't about sex

I knew it when I saw your hair,

your curly mane framing brown eyes that made me weak to resist the whine of your hips, making me ask God for forgiveness for all the sins I'm about to commit, with my hand on your hips and my lips travelling down your neck, across your breasts, down your stomach and between your thighs, before turning you around to start again on the other side,

But this isn't about sex

This is about trust

To lay out the details of my lust and hope that you'll accept me

Cus for me the sex was never about the pleasure of me or you it was about how much I could tease you, with my words at first getting you all hot and yearning, laying the foundation to get your senses burning, with the touch of my fingers on every inch of your skin, making your head spin, till a sound escaped from within and I heard you moaning cus you wanted more, so I took it further

I added my tongue to my finger and traced a picture on the inside of your thighs and on your breasts promising a sweet release that would put to rest the fire burning between your legs,

but not yet, I lied

because I needed the fire to grow and more importantly I needed you to know that in that moment the only one who can give you what you need is me, since I'm insecure I need to prove to myself that you want the rough, kinky, possessive part of me, so maybe now you're starting to see what I meant about trust but if not let me explain this more clearly

See some days i want to bend you into a lock that only my key will fit, to pound you in ways that you'll be driven of your wits and left in senseless bliss, knowing that when I look in your eyes you'll be completely mine if only for the night, broken and ready to fulfil my every desire and wish because of the promise of my gift If you obey

Some days I want you to take from me whatever you need because some days I just want to please without reward or praise just taught more ways to give your body continuous rolling orgasmic waves. I want you to control me in ways I would never admit but could not resist because you see me, and all my secret wants you can list

And some days I want the danger of sliding sticky fingers within your body at a place where anybody could see if they looked and saw behind the door of the lecture hall or in a quiet corner of the library because what feels so good is usually fuelled by what feels oh so naughty,

But I'm not telling you all this because these are things I want to try tonight, I don't think we'd have the time, I just need you to understand the fantasies running through my mind every time your lips touch mine because sometimes I'm afraid to let you know
and all I need from you is the trust to share your kinky side too,

I promise I won't tell,
unless you want me to