Literature Fire on Fire

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The funny thing is 6 billion people . I believe that when 6 billion people exist on the same planet at once,you have multiple possibilities for connections . These connections can be anything , and become nothing ,or they thrive like sunflowers in warm sunshine.

The word love is crazy.The days of courtship and charisma seemed to have fallen short in the current age to quickies with someone whose cloud had more duck face selfies in their cloud than inspirational quotes .

Love is real.I mean most people genuinely care about others.sympathy is synonomous with love after all .

Lust was her dangerous twin , alot alike , but lust was more rebellious .
The question becomes do we eat when we're hungry ? Do we lightly snack or do we feed every craving merely for the chased high of short term satisfaction.

She liked to torture and she liked to lust . She was a spider, and I was a fly in this trap. She didn't even want it's death . She admired the struggle to escape the web if anything . She was intrigued because while she had many "insects " to feed her appetite , she hungered for something truly filling .

I was my own worst enemy sometimes . I wanted everything to have answers, and I wanted it all . I knew patience was a virtue,is a virtue , but also a bit of a bitch . I had no delusions in life . I had hopes, thoughts , and dreams , but never had I been called delusional.

I noticed her in ways , the ways you see a person when you're looking into them .
I couldn't tell her , I could actually , but I'd be passive about it. I had to be because I had to keep the ball in my court somewhat to avoid complete loss of sanity .

I mean was she beautiful? she was ,but how? She had a great smile, intense eyes and was quite voluptuous.
She was short like a keebler elf.
The parts I craved the most though were the parts you couldn't touch.

She was broken in places ,she was strong , but she had her walls .
She also truly wanted to be vulnerable in so many ways.
 
She liked the admiration , but she had her boundaries. She liked to be pleased , she loved to be enjoyed , but she was no idiot . She wasn't anyone's object.
She could, and would become submissive for the right person , but she wouldn't let her self be anything less than a human with a desire for respect.
I liked playing with fire, and it seemed she did too.

I liked putting in effort , I liked puzzles , I liked the mind fuck when it came to keeping one's attention.
I knew chaos but I considered this controlled chaos.

I had envisioned it several times , how it would play out in a fantasy world.

I would ask her out for coffee ,something simple.
I would watch her take a sip though , as she would bring up some small talk.
I'd take all of her in completely in a visual manner , locked on her eyes, and that sly smile.
I was distracted by her lips but more so because I didn't want them to stop moving.
 
I wanted to know her story . I wanted her to know I was attentive , I wanted to see her become vulnerable.
I imagined her sipping on her coffee. I saw her lipstick print on her cup. I was envious of that cup.
I had pushed her against a wall in my head before, and right now would be that perfect time .
I had to focus though coffee and conversation.

She seemed to open up a little bit more.I could tell because when she would expose the deeper
parts ,she wouldn't lock eyes with me , but she felt like she was becoming vulnerable.
I want to make it clear I didn't want to take advantage ,I just anted the vulnerability.
The trust factor in that was enough of a gift .
 
The way the vision played out is what kept me enticed, sometimes it blennded too close to being seen as real.
I knew because in reality, I could never reach across that table and caress her face .I could never really just stare into her soul. I couldn't express that she was more beautiful than she knew.

I wanted to leave that shop, and I wanted her in my passenger seat , hair blowing in the wind watching the sunset, as she cruised toward somewhere unknown.
I would be lying if I said I didn't include the thought of her hand on my thigh, as I would bite my lip hoping I could exchange it for biting hers.
 
I could in this vision be happy listening to her for hours. I could see what it would be like the fantasy of having her for the moment even if the reality wasn't possible.
I could see her inches away on the same piece of furniture.I could see her smirk and the chase she wanted. I wanted her attention and I wanted to give her the proper attention.
I wanted to kiss her , but I wanted more than just the kiss, I wanted it to be earned . I wanted to be on her without being on her
 
The thought of her hand around my neck, as I taste her breath, heart rates rapid. The feeling of your heart falling into the pit of your stomach .
I wanted her tongue to dance on mine. I wanted to feel it against my teeth. I wanted her to take my top lip hostage in her mouth.
I wanted her to pull me into her. I craved her softness , her warmth
 
She would stop and I would wait , I saw in her eyes she wanted more. She wasn't just some cheap thrill.
I would ask her to come with me. I would take that break halfway in between to to push her up against the wall . I could keep
the vision forever if it was a polaroid.

The way we would fumble ,frantic hands ,rushed breath , lips looking for a home.
I wasn't her typical cup of coffee. I might never be , but I had here and now and that's what mattered
 
The door would open by being felt out ,rather than sight. I couldn't watch the door . I needed to watch her , because the moment I snapped from this daydream , I might lose the memory .
She felt like comfort , she was soft , but warm and inviting .
She liked being appreciated .

She was in between the wall and myself again.
she was vulnerable.. She wanted me in control .
I just wanted her trust the submission wasn't a requirement,
I wouldn't be entitled .. the sign of submission would be a privilege.
 
I loved the taste of her mouth. I loved her hand gripping my hair. I loved how her leg became friendly with mine.
She wanted rid of her top, and I felt obliged to help . The comfortable heat her body put off was the kind of thing you craved on a cold winter morning .
I loved her curves , every inch was vulnerable to being pleasured, teased , ravished.

I wanted to feel her exposed skin brush up on me . I wanted her to babble on about how she maybe found me interesting , yet I couldn't have bored her that much when she was struggling to find a stable breathing pattern.
 
She put a hand behind her back, as if trying to prove she was a magician. I heard the light sound of something fall to the floor.
She was now bare and beautiful. She wasn't new to the experience , but this wasn't the typical feeling.
She felt on fire at the moment. I swear I knew how she felt ,because I felt like one big throbbing body pulse.

I loved how perfectly her hips felt in my hands.I'd kiss the top of her head and push her playfully onto my bed . I would spread her legs apart so I could
step in between and breathe her in. The whisper from my lips to her ear of how " I want to fuck you as if I own your soul.
The kisses turned to nibbles on her neck . She had one hand full of my hair while the other grasped the bed sheets.
 
I would never bow for a God, a king , a tyrant.
She however was a princess , and I would get on my knees to appreciate her regal beauty .
I removed her bottoms , tracing her legs, from thighs to ankles with my fingertips, then reverse the direction.
I would find my way back up her thighs with nibbles and kisses. The insides of her thighs soft and vulnerable to any touch.
 
I traced the outline of her clitoris on her panties, The feeling of her warm and soaked made me happy. I 'd kiss her right below her stomach and right above her clitoris.
The underwear slips off and her legs wrap around my neck. I can almost feel her clit throbbing on my face. I bury my face between her legs. I feel her thighs tighten around me . The way she taste is amazing . The way her clit seems to beg my tongue to tickle it, massage it . I hunger for it , and I want to take as much of her pussy in on my tastebuds as I possibly could.
 
the chin of my face was soaked. The way her body wriggled as she wouldn't let my mouth move out of position till she came . The feeling of her breast filling up the palms of my hand as I drowned in her juices . I was curous how soaked I could get my chin and those sheets. I sucked on her throbbing clit, nibbling a little in the process. I watched her face contort with extreme pleasure as I sucked while nibbling the top of her clit . I loved teasing her with the flick of my tongue .
 
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