“My legs embracing your mind wrapping around and around like the words circling my tongue. Drift into the tunnel of surrender that is looping around your mind listening to my words, like the earth orbiting the sun… we are drawn to each other, my love. I am seducing you with my black silk stockings, elegant and refined. French hosiery. You’re a man. Impressionable mind drooling over my powerful legs enchanted with charisma and confidence. And when you realize your mind wants more, fall deeper.”
“Your cock is breathing mercy and I am blowing whispery, mellifluous smoke – flowing like honey. There are many types of ways to breathe… slow like the flow of honey falling from a glass, gently, frenchkissing the tongue of unbridled intimacy. Calm breathing, soft to the touch, like a question that sways you deeper into trance. How far do you want to go? Deeper. Like your breath, high and low, low and high, weaving one long thread. ”
What the fuck lol.