Your Desire

One thing I like about you, Magnus, is that you don't think anyone should have to bottle up their feelings. We, I, everyone has too much value to suppress and deny the dreams and desires that fill our minds and hearts. As you say, what is life if we must go on living as slaves to one external thing or another? We need to look deep inside ourselves and realize our dreams, right?

I think about that a lot. I think about my dreams and desires. I want so much, so much of everything, that I know I'll never get most of it. I wanted to write about how much I desire to touch you and to make love to you. But, and I'll be honest, I am afraid. I think I am afraid because even more than I want to make love to you physically, I want you to love me as I love you, even if we never touch. You see? I want nothing but what you want. My most sincere dream is for you to have what you desire, but also, I admit that my dream is for you to desire me. If it is your desire to touch me, than it is mine. If you desire to put your hands on my breasts, than I want you to do that. And, if this is your desire, you should know that my body cries for your soft touch. It yearns for your lips on my bare flesh. It is ready for your open palm if you choose to spank me like some of the others, or punish me. But also, with your slightest desire, I welcome your hard, throbbing cock. As I think about this I can almost feel you inside of me as I burn for you. I can feel your power on top of me, and I wrap my legs over your back. I can smell your body, and feel your breath on my neck. We fit together so perfectly, snugly, as you push against me, into me. I know you so well, and have read about it. Your body attacks mine, first slowly, gently, and then gradually harder, then faster. You know how ready I am. So so ready, but I hold for you, suspend the lust that wells inside. It began so long ago, and I have waited and waited. But, I am ready for you, and ready exactly when you need me. By the time you pinch me I am already there, writhing, accepting the warm flood I crave so much.

Forgive me, but I do dream, and do want. I do this because I so want you to take my body and so I make it real in my mind even though it is not true and not your will, because it it were, you would have done it. I do trust you, Magnus, entirely, and I know you will have what you desire, but you can't prevent this desire, and so I share it with you. I only share what already exists for you to have, or to punish, or to dismiss. My desire is yours.