You don’t even know my name…

And yet I have imagined you in so many ways.

I should feel ashamed I think.

But I do not.

I know so very little about you yet when I think of you I find myself pulled into the longing… legs falling open and fingers searching.. finding pining pools that beg for me to take a dip. To sink into it and pretend I knew what it feels like to take the whole of you, connecting our bodies as they are meant to be. Savoring the wetness on my fingers as I think of how your lips would taste after tasting me.

More than anything I have pictured how I would look at you from down on my knees. Mouth agape. Bowing to you in this way. Giving myself to your instruction and desires. To absorb your sex and love. To be your trophy… to be whatever it is that you need. Making you feel the way you deserve.. honored to take what you give and devour all of it. Begging to be at your service. Worshiping your masculinity.

Showing you that I am different from them. That I believe you are worthy. And that I am fulfilled by your pleasure. My thirst quenched by only you. My body, my mind, my submission a gift.

Because even though I know so little I can see that you are the kind of man who could have all of me.

If you could just make the first move.. if only you knew you could take the lead.

But
you
don’t even know
my name.

the blood
& the bones

#thebloodandthebones

Art by @olivermarinkoski