I remember this like it was a minute ago, but in reality it's been years since his fingertips engraved every inch of me.Embark with me on this story of how Josh and I dismissed the fact that we were the same blood. --- Me and Josh, although closely related, never met until I was eleven and he turned twelve. He is from a completely different continent, and our families are thousands of miles apart. They came over to visit...

  I have this secret tunnelthat goes from thebackofmyheart,disguised as a thick vein,down to my Womb. It's specialbecause it's hidden,curled into itselfAnd what you don't know is thatI feel you running,sliding right through it,IrreversiblyImmortallyevery day. It's vital,because it throbs when I miss you;when I think of you;when I touch myselftrying to find a trace of you on my skin...That's how I know I'm still alive. and...

Desire. I desire your eyes on me. I want you to look at me and take me in. All of me. My scent, my curves , my lustful glances which you never leave unnoticed. I desire your touch. Your soft fingertips tracing lines along my shoulders, pinching the flesh on my hips, clawing my back until I bleed, while I thrust on top of you. I move with you, breathe with you, moan with you. I take you in – all of you, as deep as you go....

Staring deep into your eyes, Feel you move between my thighs. Run my fingers through your hair, Claw your back in sweet despair. Kiss my neck and bite it gently, Fuck me 'till I'm dry and empty. Let the love away be thrown; I just want to hear you moan. Throw me hard upon the floor, Pull my hair and spank me more. Whisper dirty things to me, I'm your doll, I'll always be. Push yourself real deep inside me, Fuck me till I...