fingernails.

once again, it’s 8pm and I’m writing.
my deliciously haunting fantasy came back last night.
but that’s not what I’m writing about.
I’m not writing about dreams, I’m writing about reality.
I’m writing about the feel of her fingernails on my back, her breath on my neck, her hands on my side.
Each one of those things just heightening the already intense feeling of pleasure.
The things that just make me want more and more.
More of it, more of her.
It’s all I can do to keep back the moans that are stirring in the back of my throat, and even now, I slip up.
I’ve never felt these feelings before, but no matter how scared they make me, the feelings outweigh the fear.
Even though the feelings outweigh the fear, they don’t outweigh the pulling sensation in my tummy, telling me that this is wrong, and that I shouldn’t like this as much as I do.
Maybe this is just going too fast, and maybe I’m just getting scared, but maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.. </3