He is my dream lover, my dream love, my toxic addiction. His tantalizing words lead me to the edge of sanity. He plays with my senses, with my mind. He is a genius crazy maker, driving me to the darkest corner of my mind. As the crazy-making, intensifies, I react with despair, rage, and panic …
From that first moment, you feel the attraction, that it blissfully aches, and your body tenses for his, you are the mercy of another human being. Then finally, his body and face are so close to yours that you can feel his heated breath fill your lungs, and all of a sudden, you are lost …
I run faster and faster, my sides are burning, begging to rest. My hair clings to my face and neck, slick with sweat. He is getting closer. It’s dark. The only visible light is a dim green glow from the cracks and crevices in the walls. I screeched as he grabs through the air, bringing …
The sun was unusually high in the sky for nine a.m. in Dublin. I saw the wicked gleam in Chris’s beautiful hazel eyes that heightened my anxiety. Suddenly my stomach churned. My body was drained. I was spent emotionally and physically. What was he up to now? I could not cope with his emotional blitz …
I noticed that Chris watched me every time I took a sip of coffee. Amused and in devilment I intermittently held the mug to my mouth taking long sips, deliberately slowly running my tongue over my lips, subtly teasing him. Raising his eyes from my lips, he captured me in his heated stare. In that …
Chris made love to me like a warrior touching on a deep sensuality bringing me to thundering painfully pleasurable arousals. He instinctively perceived my desires, my fantasies, and he generously gave. I begged, I screamed, my body shook, climaxed driven by his passion, by his darkest pleasures. Our lust heightened from the garage incident Chris …