Desire is a mysterious feeling, very tricky for me. I would like to know at what point exactly does something pass of being a simple “want” to that firing sensation inside the soul yearning for something so deeply that it becomes a desire? Once I have a desire i tend to spend countless time dreaming about it and how it would satisfy me. Its Hard not to obsess over something when every single bone, cell and micro protein seems to be needing it, as much as oxygen to survive.

Desire is a mysterious feeling, very tricky for me. When it comes to my romantic desires, to put it ladylike, I can name a few times where I felt self-control slipping away from me. Bare in mind that this side of me is only in the drivers seat while well intoxicated. But the times that this wave of passionate desires overtook me In a state of clear mind, I recall them perfectly.

The way my heart starts to race when I see him approaching me, when the wind brings his smell with him, and I find myself staring at his neck, wondering what it would be like to caress the side of his face down to his neck with my fingertips. Is this the point of desire?

At this point we are seated, and I try to focus on the topic of the conversation, while I’m drifting off at the sight of him drinking from a glass. It takes me to a zone where I’m wondering if he’d taste sweet like the soda if i kissed him. would it be inappropriate to bite his lower lip a bit, or pass my tongue playfully by his neck while I run my fingers up and down his chest? Is this the start of desire?

As his leg touches mine I am wondering if he’s ever had these ideas before, does he see me for the sexual being that I am. Because I am laughing at what he says but in my mind im wondering how he likes his foreplay. How fast can we get in a taxi? Is he shy about being handsy in public? Does he like rough kisses while getting undressed in the elevator? would it be ok if I pushed him onto my bed and crawl on top? Is he comfortable with me licking all the way down his privates? Or does he prefer to be in control? Is this desire?

We are sharing some snacks and talking about another topic, his work, family, the city or something of that sort. By this point im not that responsive, imagination has taken a hold of me as I’m sure this is now desire by the warmth i feel in my lady parts getting warmer and my moist panties. I want to know how his skin tastes, how his sweat feels on my body while Keeping up with the rhythm of his thrusting, holding on to his back with my nails. Pulling on his hair, moaning and whispering his name as I hold on to the sheets. Is he the type to take his time? May I leave bite marks in his skin? This is what pure desire feels like.

I take more than one sip from my drink as im trying to keep up again with what he is saying. Would he look at me different if he knew? knowing that I desire to share a shower afterwards, scrub his back with soap and kissing while shampooing his hair? Or that id like him to hold me afterwards until i fall asleep? Maybe its the desire to wakeup to his kisses on my forehead, make him breakfast, pack his lunch and doing it all over again the next day that leads to me controlling this desire.

I smile, drink again and ask about his day. Desire is a mysterious feeling, very tricky for me.