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Tell me your secret desires, whisper them into my ear. I want to hear them, in your words with your voice no matter what they are or who they are about. I want to know them, all of them. The dirtier the better, don’t hold back, give me every last droplet of filth that you harbour away inside your brain. Infect me with them.

What are the things that your mind strays to in the dead of the night which will have your hand reaching beneath the covers for your hard cock? You know the ones don’t you, they are the ones you don’t tell anyone and yet they are the ones that play, like silent picture reels in your imagination, over and over again. They always make you hard, they always make you cum. Oh I am sure you have told snippets of them to various people over time but I don’t want just snippets, I want them all, every little delicious detail. We all guard the details because it is in the details where our real truths lays. It is the details the expose us and make us blush. I want the details. I want to run around inside the darkness of your mind.

Do you ever blush? Somehow I can’t imagine it and yet the thought of you doing so delights me. It would mean I had burrowed my way beneath that steely exterior and exposed something a little raw and personal.

Of course the game is never played like this. You are the one who extracts the details, stripping away the barriers and slowly exposing my truths so that you can play with them. You tease them from me, like lurid confessions whispered to a priest but rather than absolving me of my sins you feast on them instead. Knowledge is power and you make it your business to know me and yet every time you touch me, every kiss, every mark you leave on my skin, every one of your orgasms tells me more about you. By delving into my desires you cannot help but reveal your own to me. You might not confess your secrets to me in stolen little whispers but in time I will know them anyway for you will leave them scattered all over my flesh.

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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

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  • newt

    That was beautiful

  • Kat

    Love this Molly and what gorgeous marks you have!

  • Marie Rebelle

    A beautiful post that made me think that I want to know the deep dark desires of Master T too, but he knows more about mine than me about his 😉

    Rebel xox

  • Modesty Ablaze

    Gorgeous words . . . and switching back and forth as I do . . . you are exactly right.
    And . . . gorgeous picture btw!!!
    Xxx – K

  • LittleSian1890

    Awesome words Molly. Fbian and I can relate to every single word. It’s is such a pleasure to be able to read something that could actually have come straight from my own dirty little mind. Thank you for sharing x

  • Jade A. Waters

    Love this, Molly! First of all, I’m always a sucker for 2nd person…but more, I love voice in this, the way the desire drips from all these words and thoughts. Love it! XX-Jade

  • Cammies on the Floor

    I love this as well. This is what being a relationship is all about to me – to share the darkest, filthiest desires with each other, to trust and to know each other’s depths.

  • Flip

    I am so conflicted at the moment that, when I see this, I both want it, and want to run away from the fact I want it.

    It’s a beautiful post, the words so powerful, I just wish I was more myself to be able to enjoy it in it’s entirety xx

  • Brigit Delaney

    Some very telling lines…”Do you ever blush? Somehow I can’t imagine it and yet the thought of you doing so delights me.” Indeed.

  • sub-Bee

    I would love him to reveal his deepest desires to me but as you say, I only get the snippets too and those are usually from his actions and not his words.

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