The beating pulse… the palms sweating… One, look in the mirror. Two, three and four… fix your hair. Five, breathe, breathe. Six, a lost prayer on my lips: your name. And seven… the elevator arrives, the door that is cracked open and my feet… that start to tremble. The heat. The door that I open. You… pulling me into your arms, into your wild kiss… how much I’ve missed you… The kiss can wait (but not more than few seconds)… now I wanna hold you in my arms. I wanna feel you as I’m aware of my heartbeat going faster and faster. Then I take my shoes off and you’re watching me, devouring me… You push me into the wall as you kiss me again, because you’ve missed me as much as I missed you. Your hand goes between my thighs and meets Niagara. Your other hand is pulling my hair, it’s already controlling, dominating me. And I’m kissing you, tasting you, craving you… 

You suddenly stop and look at me. I know I’m about to follow you in the bedroom. I’m going to hear your sexy voice telling me to get naked. I will do as I’m told, while watching you getting naked too. Then I will fall on my knees for you. I will suck you, like I always do. Last night I dreamt that I was in this position. Your pleasure it’s my pleasure… I love to take you in my mouth and I love to feel and see the signs that you’re enjoying it. Then, you will pull my hair and stop me. And push me into your bed. And as you enter and I pull you in… is maddening, euphoric, dreamy. And in this atmosphere… a hint of red. My fallen dress on the floor- witnessing the cries, the spanking sounds and sighs of deep pleasure.

written by Disa Faaz