#forbiddenvibes

[merikaysara]

Echoes of burning memory

Kay, that snap from two years back, you in that green floral top, black shorts hugging your thighs - damn, it hit me like a monsoon storm, then and now.

I couldn’t look away, your curves a wildfire I wanted to chase, your pose a quiet dare that set my blood on edge.

I imagined grabbing you right there, hands rough on your waist, pulling you against me till your breath hitched, your scent drowning me in want.

I’d rip that top open, buttons scattering, exposing your skin to my hunger - my lips crashing down your neck, biting, tasting the salt of your heat.

I’d strip those shorts slow, hands sliding down your thighs, feeling them tremble as I knelt, spreading you wide, my tongue diving into your core, lapping up your sweetness till you were soaking, your moans a melody I’d never forget.

You’d grip my hair, hips grinding, begging, and I’d take you further - fingers deep, fucking you raw, my mouth relentless on your clit, till you shattered, dripping, screaming my name.

Even now, Kay, that memory burns - you’re a flame I can’t douse, a beauty I’d worship with every filthy touch.