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Preview - Taken from Stephanie's upcoming book (Title Withheld)
After the
initial assessment of your do-me-right-now, smoking body,
Good looks meet
sex appeal come-lay-up-in-me-be-mine-only.
I have to,
Have to get some
more.
After standing
‘cross the room eyeing you, thinking what I’d do for a hot steamy night of you.
After wondering
how our first time is going to be.
I have to,
Have to get some
more.
After biting my
lips at the way you walk, caught up in your smile, watching your lips as you
talk,
Wondering how it
would feel to have them kiss me; sweet and tender, rushed and harder.
I have to,
I have to get
some more.
After watching
your hands holding that glass of wine, wondering how it would feel to have them
roaming down my spine.
All over my
body, between my thighs.
Whoa … you’d
think that would be enough, but no.
I have to,
I have to get
some more.
I have to get
more before I let you explore my wonderland.
I have to get
more before I gasp at your rock-hardness.
I have to get
more before we do it on the floor, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom
for sure.
I have to,
I have to get
some more.
I have to get
more before I let your kisses roam to places that make me bite and grip and
moan.
I have to get
more before you make my nipples sore; sucking, nibbling, flicking, and teasing.
Good God……..
I have to get
more before I stroke it, feeling it grow.
I have to get
more before it slides into my wetness; tight and warm for sure.
I have to,
I have to get
some more.
More is your
mind; how you think, what you know.
Turn me on, take
notes.
Make love to my
mind; engage me intellectually, challenge me.
Get me hot, MORE
notes.
Give me MORE.
MORE is making
me laugh, if you’re fun we’ll explore.
A vivid and
colorful imagination is such an aphrodisiac, we’ll never get bored.
More is being
driven; with no ambition or goals, your dick has no role.
You have to have
purpose and strength, stand on your own to stand up in me.
More is heart,
conscience, respect; wanting to know me, support me, appreciate me.
I can lust all I
want you see, but if you’re just eye candy, it’s so empty.
Before we take
off the clothes, foreplay until we can’t wait no more, lift me unto you and
brace me against the wall in this dim lit room.
Before I grab
into your flesh from that first thrust and we make dynamic rhythms, make love
on every imaginable surface; I arch and contort in pleasure-ridden spasms a few
times.
Before your body
tenses in anticipation of your explosion and you say my name in utter ecstasy.
Before we lay
spent and basking in the euphoria.
I have to,
I have to get
some more.
