Scandalous_Eyes

I'm already thinking about fucking you. Whenever I see you walking by, a spell comes over me. I lose all train of thought and think only of you. Pleasuring you, knowing you, loving your body, and lusting your brilliant mind.

Your eyes intrigue me the most. They're so curious, a little innocent, a little scandalized. You're not sure what to make of me. An enemy? A long lost friend? Or just a handsome stranger who wants you right now, regardless of consequences, no matter the risk.

Tonight I will be your fantasy. I will play with you in the ways you like...and even in the ways you're ashamed to admit you like.

I can't resist you. You know that. Don't dare me by giving me that sexy, come hither look. My eyes lock onto yours and we share a moment. A moment that feels like anything can happen.

Like I could just take you right now, life and commitments be damned, and make love to you all night long. Maybe I want to take your body to the limit...hear you sing for me. See you lose control. Feel you from the inside, as you relieve some of that pent-up stress...

But then after another long, silent moment, I gradually turn my face away and smile. You're scandalized. You're not ready yet. I will let you run away from me this once. Go home to your safe place.

But I tell you this, my sweet temptation, if you approach me again, I will no longer resist. I will take you and give you everything you're asking for. Just the way you dream about it, just the way that leaves you breathless on lonely nights, whispering my name...

I'm not in love with you, you know. But this feels like something much more maddening, shameful, and intense than love, doesn't it? I don't want it to stop. Do you?