Dreams of 'on-tap' sex.
Delicious and fulfilling.
But...I want more...
Dripping slowly, the tap may soon stop;
the flow may become dry.
Stepping into the warmth of sensual bubbles,
Angling between the shiney arcs;
Slipping under the ovals and circles of warm scent;
Yelling and screaming rebels.
Screams of water;
A soapy topping;
A popping cocoon.
Enveloping and drinking me;
Drinking me in.
Completely until parched
And drowning.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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