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How many times had she been here? Devil's eyes in the hall when no one was looking. A touch that ignited fires when everyone could see. Gentle teasing of her loins to the point of pain. A gasp that she swore everyone could hear, even if they were alone. Screams that made her want to cover her ears until she released they were her owns. How did she keep up with herself?

A steamy shower together, she knew it was them making it steam because the water had ran cold an hour ago. Her back against a hard wall, tiles designs on her skin for days from laying on the bathroom floor. A move from shower to tub and she didn't move her own feet. Who knew the girl was so strong?

Silk and flames that all she ever remembered. Sheets, hair, and skin she swore they all felt and tasted like silk. Hands of silk and flames on her skin. Flames, oh she loved flames now. A thrown back head letting flames empty from a inferno deep within. A loose of control she never could compete with. A sense of feeling she wanted and it was what she got.

Every fantasy and lusty thoughts was put into action and plan. She could feel her self sinking into deep water and knew this was one for the books. She sitting in a four foot deep tub with a blazing hot hand in between her thighs. Only you could pull it off, only you could be that sultry. Waves started in a pool that was too large for them even of they were in the shallow end. She could feel her back being braced against the edge and the water hitting them now. A plea from you that tells me to let go and I do. A hard wave pushes us up against the wall more. Heated tiles and a strong push later and were on the floor next to the pool. Me screaming for dear life and your so centered on my pleasure I drown in my own waves.

A few hours later I recovered and we were in my bedroom. A soft hue of blues and whites mark it as mine. Like the burn on my upper inner thigh and bruises from your mouth and hands alike in ownership of me. Back braking spasms shoot threw me and I claw you for dear life because I know all too soon this dance of slow burning will end.

Soon they will know and I will feel shame, a slow burning from the outside to my very soul. I can't let you go yet. We still have time, but not for long because they will look for me if I'm gone too long and it has been too long. Days maybe weeks and I still don't want to leave. I just couldn't wait for you to come to me and so I came to you. A trip not that far and I had made it for a slow burning I could only hope for. Leaving behind my peace and tranquility for your unhinged lush life style of plush beds and the incomparable life of luxury.

A torrid kiss on my lips and a can feel myself outflow on to you. Your whispering to me now honeyed words of the things to come. "I promised you pleasure,"

There it is again that slow burning I love to feel. The energy and heat you give off like waves on the sand getting higher and higher, closing in on me. Have I ever told you how good you make me feel?

I haven't because I know the pleas and cries tell you everything. I know you enjoy your self, but I know I enjoy you more. I can feel the heat more, the candles in the room centered and now a deadly naughty color blue. Your on your A-game tonight and I should be worried. There is no way you should know how to take me over. You shouldn't be so skilled and gifted. I should be running away from you, but I need it and then I fell it again. The reason I stay. The reason I love you so much. The reason I travel for you. The reason I risk my own sanity.

Burn

Hurt

Heat

Fire

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Ownership

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no

Yours

Slow burn