I have a question.
If you think about it, very carefully, searching through every corner of your mind, do you want me?
You may not even know it. It may have been something someone said - one innocuous comment or a cheeky sideways look, perhaps. You don't even remember it, but part of you remembers it happening. But every now and again, you feel the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second. You draw in a sharp breath or feel a tingle. Maybe a flash in the mind, and then it's gone. Is that because of me?
And then, in your quietest of moments, maybe you feel it, just for a while. You slightly squeeze your thighs together, or jiggle a foot. You're not horny - not quite. But the potential's there. Energy just needs a slight kickstart. Perhaps it's something I've said, however long ago, whatever it was, that's there for you, just when you need it. Maybe it isn't. But what if it is?
Do you wake up at night? Does it invade your dreams? Do you lie in a state halfway between dreams and reality imagining what I could do to you? Can you imagine the weight of my body upon yours, how it feels with your legs wrapped around me? Do you want my insatiable tongue, my tender, grabbing hands, my wanton hips and my soft lips? It happens sometimes that you reach out in bed, wanting to lay your hands on my back and press, pulling me further into you, feeling me pulse and throb inside you as you whisper my name so quietly only you can hear...
And maybe that's me. I did that. I did that for you.
So do you?
Because I do.