I withhold myself for you.
A short musing on the sexually driven emotions tied to my next story.
The burning energy of expectation, of need Is something I am all too familiar with. For you, I’ve given my heart so fully but I want to give you more, so I deliver you my body. I am yours, not just body and soul, but in devotion of will. Teetering on the edge, afraid to go over I’m desperate for your pleasure and suffer to find it. I say suffer, knowing full well that’s not what I do. How can one be so completely obsessed...