Ask for What You Get

What I want.

What do I want.

Do I want?

I want....

...you to see me as I am, clothed, nude, in love, writhing under your touch; human, feminine, strength, beauty and tenderness.

I want you to start at the bottom and work your way up...

...but only if you started at the top in the first place.

I want you to mind-fuck me all week long

until I'm writhing in my chair, rubbing the phone on my breasts...

until the computer screen is fogged, yes, mind-fuck me all week long.

I want you to feel me when we're together, pay attention to the small sounds I make when you do something right; pay attention to the big sounds I make when you're getting me--feeling me, just right. Feel my need for you to overwhelm me. Feel my need by looking into my eyes and telling me through them that you know who I am and you want to be inside me because my insides are as beautiful as my outside.

I want you to know how you make my lower body feel when you write or say small things that tell me you want me. My legs become alive and what's between them shudders and moistens and has a tingling need to be touched by you.

I want you to pay attention to all the parts in between the good ones.

I want you....

paix