All In Hand
I study your portrait and read your words with breathless anticipation. Study every letter and imagine them rolling off your tongue, dancing from your sultry mouth to the erotic Southern Hemisphere cadence of your voice, showering me in their implied filth.My imagination runs wild as I picture you laid on your bed, your partly naked body wrapped in moonlight and the occasional flash of lightning from the raging storm outside. Angled against the headboard, your hands busying themselves against...
Masturbation