I’m Planning a Fuckathon

May the adultery gods protect me

Photo by Ashkan Forouzani on Unsplash — Thank you Unsplash for getting it right at least once.

May God bless me much more than I deserve? How apropos. Kismet, anyone?

I’m planning a fuckathon since I haven’t gotten laid in forever, ahem, a few months. IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER.

Forgive me Adultery Gods for:

• wanting to sin so badly I can taste it
• sliding my bra strap off a shoulder
• unbuckling pants
• having my wrists held and my breath stolen by kisses
• strong hands that drive me to the edge of reason
• that trail of heat along my throat
• whisper of promises against my pulse
• the breath in my ear
• hands that hold me still
• the bite when you expect a kiss
• the kiss when you expect a bite
• that guilt that feels better than it should
• thirst to drink you in
• dripping in anticipation
• being pushed open
• making me tremble
• the seducer who knows what I want before even before I know what I want