sidonie45
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Erotic Crack! Ever heard of it? Don’t suppose you would. It’s a term I coined whilst chatting in an effort to explain the spellbinding effect a certain Lit Man casted upon me. Words whispered, washed over me, coursed through every part of my being, and left me hungering, wanting, needing, desiring more.
I wasn't going to answer his PM at first, even though it wasn’t like the others that usually fill up my PM box, like Male Dom looking for sub female slut to train. Nothing as course and vulgar was his.
Instead he was civilized, polite, respectful, inquisitively asking what has caught my eye.
I didn’t answer straight away. I went instead to his profile page to see how long he’s been a member, when he last posted, what he posted, he seemed decent enough, so I replied back. And there, that was the moment right there, that point on which my journey began. There, that decision to PM back. Nothing erotic, just answering back as in general conversation. I'm reading a book, I see your from England. I love the country. Its beautiful. I was there in October for a visit I replied. All civil bland talk.
I was on my mobile, at the time. Not a big screen, so after a few chats,I would send a new message, but instead of sending a Pm in answering I kept hitting to see his profile. And I kept seeing a beautifully proportioned male torso, lovely chest hair through which the tips of my fingers could quite merrily traverse through, while feeling the contours of his body, with his leather belt unfastened and opened wide, blue jeans zipper, pulled down slightly, showing but naught, with his hand reaching down inside and to the right, reaching, for what? Is that a slight budge? Is it slight though? What?
It was all Erotic Crack. And through the night, chatting, with a little friendly banter thrown into the mix. There it was weaving its way mystically and majestically throughout the course of my evening, His day, but I didn’t realize, couldn’t realize, that little by little, I was being spoon fed tiny bits and pieces of Erotic Crack. I kept returning to His profile page on purpose now, to that perfect torso, chest hair caressing his body. Is it His? I did a google search, no natches. It was. And I sipped again from the spoon He was feeding me, His Erotic Crack. My God, He feels good, My body reacting to His kind and funny words, spiced with the hint of something else.
I didn't realize. I was now too willing sipping from His Erotic Crack to know, but it was all in the hint. What possibilities.
And then, after awhile, I seen it, and I recognized it for what it was. It was there all along, all be it subtle. The hint, the possibilities, what is He going to do in His profile pic, I cant really tell. I would have known those traits straight away from a female, but coming from a male.? And then I saw Him for who He truley was. The Personification of the Quintessential Tease. He was the Master of it.
He knew how to tease women, both on Lit and in RL. Its a rare man who is refined enough to be bothered with the fine art of teasing (esp Australian men), not that i've done it myself for a very long time. But once I recognized it, I realized it oozed out every pore of His skin, every word written and unsaid. At this time, He offer in abundance His Erotic Crack. He is the quintessential tease. Ahhhh my body is in a state of constant feeling and reaction, wanting, waiting for a line that makes me feel like warm melted chocolate in side, rich and lush and fluid. Erotic Crack.
And wallowing in my state of languid arousal, the heady intoxicating mix of erotic innuendos, and mental possibilities, and civil speak, molding me, stretching me, forming me, teasing me, coaxing me, whispering to me, my body is controlled by Him now, because my mind has slipped into La La land. But then just a tiny spark of sanity surfaces, that slaps you asunder, and asks me who the fuck is this guy, and immediately you scurry like a frightened little rabbit, startled, unsure. And you leave, sorry I have to go.
But when you hop back on the next time, there, awaiting me, a PM. Civil, bland respectful. Another with those words of comfort He offers, His solace and warmth, His wit and humor and the drip feeds of His Erotic Crack, brings you back to the warmth fold of His embrace, and into them, i go cautiously, timidly, but willingly.
i know He knows He has me, and i sup willingly on His Erotic Crack.
I wasn't going to answer his PM at first, even though it wasn’t like the others that usually fill up my PM box, like Male Dom looking for sub female slut to train. Nothing as course and vulgar was his.
Instead he was civilized, polite, respectful, inquisitively asking what has caught my eye.
I didn’t answer straight away. I went instead to his profile page to see how long he’s been a member, when he last posted, what he posted, he seemed decent enough, so I replied back. And there, that was the moment right there, that point on which my journey began. There, that decision to PM back. Nothing erotic, just answering back as in general conversation. I'm reading a book, I see your from England. I love the country. Its beautiful. I was there in October for a visit I replied. All civil bland talk.
I was on my mobile, at the time. Not a big screen, so after a few chats,I would send a new message, but instead of sending a Pm in answering I kept hitting to see his profile. And I kept seeing a beautifully proportioned male torso, lovely chest hair through which the tips of my fingers could quite merrily traverse through, while feeling the contours of his body, with his leather belt unfastened and opened wide, blue jeans zipper, pulled down slightly, showing but naught, with his hand reaching down inside and to the right, reaching, for what? Is that a slight budge? Is it slight though? What?
It was all Erotic Crack. And through the night, chatting, with a little friendly banter thrown into the mix. There it was weaving its way mystically and majestically throughout the course of my evening, His day, but I didn’t realize, couldn’t realize, that little by little, I was being spoon fed tiny bits and pieces of Erotic Crack. I kept returning to His profile page on purpose now, to that perfect torso, chest hair caressing his body. Is it His? I did a google search, no natches. It was. And I sipped again from the spoon He was feeding me, His Erotic Crack. My God, He feels good, My body reacting to His kind and funny words, spiced with the hint of something else.
I didn't realize. I was now too willing sipping from His Erotic Crack to know, but it was all in the hint. What possibilities.
And then, after awhile, I seen it, and I recognized it for what it was. It was there all along, all be it subtle. The hint, the possibilities, what is He going to do in His profile pic, I cant really tell. I would have known those traits straight away from a female, but coming from a male.? And then I saw Him for who He truley was. The Personification of the Quintessential Tease. He was the Master of it.
He knew how to tease women, both on Lit and in RL. Its a rare man who is refined enough to be bothered with the fine art of teasing (esp Australian men), not that i've done it myself for a very long time. But once I recognized it, I realized it oozed out every pore of His skin, every word written and unsaid. At this time, He offer in abundance His Erotic Crack. He is the quintessential tease. Ahhhh my body is in a state of constant feeling and reaction, wanting, waiting for a line that makes me feel like warm melted chocolate in side, rich and lush and fluid. Erotic Crack.
And wallowing in my state of languid arousal, the heady intoxicating mix of erotic innuendos, and mental possibilities, and civil speak, molding me, stretching me, forming me, teasing me, coaxing me, whispering to me, my body is controlled by Him now, because my mind has slipped into La La land. But then just a tiny spark of sanity surfaces, that slaps you asunder, and asks me who the fuck is this guy, and immediately you scurry like a frightened little rabbit, startled, unsure. And you leave, sorry I have to go.
But when you hop back on the next time, there, awaiting me, a PM. Civil, bland respectful. Another with those words of comfort He offers, His solace and warmth, His wit and humor and the drip feeds of His Erotic Crack, brings you back to the warmth fold of His embrace, and into them, i go cautiously, timidly, but willingly.
i know He knows He has me, and i sup willingly on His Erotic Crack.
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