September 19, 2020

Room 2: THICK

Let’s take a moment to appreciate this short story, a thick woman’s thoughts. Poetry by, the muse …

She was anxious,

waiting,

longing …

The taste of his lips,

the smell of his skin,

the skillfulness of his fingers

engraved into her mind

and on her skin …

She wished he was there,

watching her with that

seething hunger that he oozed.

She wanted him to see her,

to breathe her in …

She wanted him to know how he made her feel.

How her nipples stood at attention for himĀ  …

How her pussy dripped and clenched for him.

How she swirled her fingers over her clit when she thought of him

—– only him …

But she’d have to wait …

 

Welcome to Room 2.

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