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[trigeminalheadache]

I did. I do.

[ even if he isn't the intended recipient of that first text, this much is true for him. ]

[werekitty]

Aww, that's sweet. Thank you.

[trigeminalheadache]

You're a part of my life. You're in my subconscious.

[werekitty]

Well, I'm pretty sure none of my other friends dream about me fucking them, so.

[trigeminalheadache]

Maybe some of them do. You never know.

[werekitty]

Okay, none of them have ever admitted it. What else have you thought about?

[trigeminalheadache]

You in my mouth. Dragging my nails down your back, over and over again. Sitting on your face while I play with and pull your hair.

[werekitty]

I'd lick you until you almost came and you'd stop me with a tug. And then mark me with your nails. And then we'd do it again. And again. Until we were both ragged with hunger.

Then what?

[trigeminalheadache]

I'd lower myself onto your cock so I can ride you. Slowly at first, despite the need burning me alive and the feeling of you rock hard inside me. Faster, then, and faster. Leaning forward so each thrust rubs my clit just right and so I can bite and tease your nipples.

I don't want to come until you do.

[werekitty]

You'd have to tell me when. I'm very good at being patient and not coming.

[ Even when he was being actively stimulated like she suggested. ]

At staying at that line just before the pleasure gives way to release. Like you said.

I don't want to come until you do.

[trigeminalheadache]

It would be a stand-off. Which I would most assuredly lose.

[werekitty]

You wouldn't. All you'd have to do was say the words. Tell me you wanted me to come.