Sometimes underneath my cool exterior when I talk with you, when I see you.
If only you knew the thoughts that go through my mind.
Behind my calm, controlled speech,
If only you knew the words that I want to utter.
I wrestle with my passion for you inside me.
If only you knew the things that I want to do to you.
Confession…. I want to kiss, lick and suck you until you’re weak.
Confession… I have dreams about you. Hot sultry dreams… Erotic, sensual dreams. Dreams that would make men stiff and throb and women wet and pulsate. Make lovers reminisce and strangers desire to get closer.
Confession… I want to fuck you like crazy every day and make passionate love to you every night.
Confession…. I love the fact that you’d enjoy that. I have had day dreams of laying you on your stomach and massaging you, starting from your head, working my way down your neck to your shoulders, firmly caressing your back then paying extra special attention to that beautiful ass of yours. Spreading your cheeks while kneading, rubbing, licking and sucking all of your soft moist special places, moving down while spreading your thighs and letting my fingers explore deeper making you arch your back and press against me against my fingers, hands, lips and tongue. Slowly caressing down to your calves and leaving a trail of fire down to your feet as I take each toe into my warm mouth and make you tingle with goose bumps all over….

Confession… I want to know you.
Confession… I think of you more than I care to admit.
Confession… I get a lil nervous when I know I’m going to see you
Confession… I stay away sometimes because our connection is so strong.
Confession…. I know we don’t talk about it but the connection is undeniable… I could fall for you.
Would that be a problem?

What are you willing to confess?