I think about this a lot, though I can’t say I’m obsessed. Yet.
Maybe I am obsessed with the thoughts. With the thoughts of the act itself.
Thoughts of an act that I cannot describe right now. An act that makes me blush thinking about it.
Making the blood rush to cheeks making me feel hot. But even though I’m hot I still get a shiver down my spine.
My body shivers and I am sweating and out of breath because that’s what you do to me.
You make me feel…