We talk a lot about my holes being his to use and abuse. If his fingers want to dive deep into my core (or up my nose), he has free rein over me and my body.
And there are parts of him that I can’t wait to get a hold of myself. Maybe not just to play with. Maybe not just to warm up with my mouth.
But there is something else. Something that goes deeper, and I struggle with the distance and not being able to get to that deep spot. It is there. I know it is. I can feel it. I want to taste it.
I want to feel that this pull is there for a reason. I want to know that whatever this is, it is meant for something. That there is a realness here not fabricated.
Not chance. Not accident. Not happenstance.
Lisa Gray 