Every Story Tells a Picture

Tell me a story

I want to curl up next to you and let your words wash over me, peppering my skin with their meaning. I don’t want stories of kittens and rainbows, although Princes and dragons might work if the Princess gets what she deserves. Speak no tales of sweet romance to me instead feed me descriptions of lust and heat, desire and passion that make me yearn for your touch.

Whisper into my ears all the dirty filth that lurks in your mind. Don’t censor yourself on my account, let your wicked thoughts twist themselves around me wrapping me tightly in their delicious embrace until my heart races, my skins prickles with sweat and my breath quickens.

I want the darkness of your fantasies to consume my light, I want to feel it digging into my soul, making it burn with the idea of the words you utter. I want to be confronted by the truths of your deviant secrets. I want to know them, feel them and consume them as mine.

Tell me a story