From behind, bent over the mini bar? Or ride it like a slow bucking bronco? Do you know how long you have to choose? It isn’t forever. I can’t wait.

Do you imagine me on my knees when you touch yourself? Do you count the breaths until the distance between my lips and the leaking, flushed swell of your passion is just one? I do. Feed me.

When you start to sweat and your knees buckle on the upstroke I need you to pull my hair. You’ll feel the moans I can’t hold in. That won’t be an act.

I want to blow you almost every time those eyes of yours focus only on me. I imagine them closed in pleasure when you feel the thickness in your own hands during a hot morning shower.

How long do you think you could you keep that trademark cool before it flies far away in a bellow and roar? Will you pant and grunt for me, or whisper dirty words? I’ll bet you think you’re the quiet type.

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Bio: Penelope Lake writes erotica and non-fiction from the Western United States. She appears in the ERWA gallery from time to time and is currently working on a collection of erotic short stories that will be published in 2014.