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I imagine my hands around your throat. Thumbs crossed in the little pit that I find so crazy sexy. Just holding, not squeezing. Not yet.
And then I dream about your hands around my throat. Your eyes closed, your breathing slowed. Displaying control, not force. Not power.
The power is mine. Sitting on your lap, bending forward. Pressing my lips against yours, not hindered by the lack of air. Not yet.
Then your grip tightening. My tongue slipped between your lips. Moving another inch forward, as the world slowly loses the sharpness I am used to see. Disappearing in a blur.
Yet another inch forward. In your lap, feeling the pressure increasing as you thrust your hips upwards, seeking the way.
All I see is the colour red. Then the light blinks out. The dream ends.
You and I, we have not met, not really. Not yet.

Tillagd 4 jan 2023   Noveller   #Kvinna #Kvinna som top #Annan som bottom #Egenupplevt #Humor

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