Erotica

Yoga with L, a perfect instructor, and an overactive imagination.

A woman, in fragments, from far away.

Two pictures of her mouth, and everything I want to do with it.

I tell her what I want; she gives it to me. Thousands of miles away.

I want to dress you. And undress you. And in between, a chocolate croissant.

She’s bratty, she’s beautiful, and she cums when I tell her to. More or less.

Blindfolded, on her knees, she hadn’t yet seen or tasted or touched my cock. But she could hear how hard I was.

She came for me — and for you — and she describes exactly how.

Four nipples greet me, and things escalate from there.

She has a power over me, and I have a power over her. I want you to know what she sounds like when she cums.