Just the thought of you fills me with desire.
In my mind's eye? It's just the two of us. Alone. Away from prying, judgmental eyes.
I breathe deeply...and the smell of you is subtle, but intoxicating.
I close my eyes and I can still see you.
We have a wicked chemistry, you and me.
I imagine having you all to myself. That in this moment? You are mine.
All of you.
I can feel you all over my body.
From breasts to waist to hips to thighs.
And my ass. Oh, I can definitely feel you there.
I take you in my hand. And I can feel the length of you.
The anticipation is almost more than I can bear.
I want you.
I bring you to my lips. Take you into my mouth.
Feel your fullness.
And then the delightful creaminess slides over my tongue and into my throat.
It is everything I had hoped it would be.
You take my breath away.
Alas, you are forbidden to me.
My sweet chocolate eclair.
You make me fat.