Aural

His words…

Make me drip.

They are concise. Raw. Visceral.

Never sugar coated.

Always delivered on time and with lustful meaning.

His voice…

Rough.

Deep.

Dark.

Sensual.

As if He makes love with every syllable that comes off His tongue.

Aural sex.

Sapiosexual foreplay..

Primal grunts.

Predatory growls.

Pussy purrs.

Breath quickened.

Pulses race.

Hearts synch.

Moisture pools.

Slippery slope.

Springs run eternal.

I’m falling…

Down the rabbit hole.

Fuck it.

Not holding back.

The vibe is electric.

Mind candy.

Time lapses.

Waves lick.

Tide ebbs.

Miles close in.

I need You.

Damn You.

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