It all began, with a thought
An image, a blueprint for the foundation of her lust. A desire that has been suffocating for life underneath all of her clothes, constricting her.
Binding her so tight the only words she dare release are 'I want you'.. 'I want to feel you'.. 'Come over'..
My heart begins to race.
Imagining all of the sexual favors I want to exchange with her.
Painting pictures with my mind.