Pages And Pocket Squares

She dreamt of you again last night. Like a wicked villain, you’ve stolen all other thoughts and images. Creeping into her subconscious, wrapping a strong fist around her heart. Visions of rough hands tangled in silky hair, soft lips and harsh teeth pressing into flesh. Flashes of salt and pepper whiskers scratching tender skin and warm, seductive whispers filling the air. Her body writhing and melting, relinquishing to your command. Breathlessness and stars and bliss. A beautiful memory of a moments that have never existed. She longed for you again last night. Original writing by http://just2haveatasteofu.tumblr.com (NSFW Blog)