Deep longing Stories

Keep taking me to the very brink, Edge me enough, I can no longer think. Make my eyes roll back in my head, You tell me. I’m going to lose every shred. My body and mind yours to hold, Your touch on me feels like liquid gold. As you slide deeper inside, There is no inch of me that I can hide. Back and forth you effortlessly ease and glide, You take pleasuring me in your stride. You make my body float, as if in a dream, Eac...