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Kiss

Kiss

Sometimes I just stare at them, waiting for him to touch me. I try to will his consciousness with mine. I wish I had the power of telepathy, 
if only to make his hands reach for me, caress me, touch me. I love the
way they make me feel. I feel soft, beautiful, adored, precious. Other
times I feel hot, sexy, scared of the magnitude of what I feel when he
touches me. 

I love the heat of his fingertips. The way they peruse my body, the
goose flesh rises, and the molten desire I feel for him pools in my
cunt. Just by the touch of his fingertips. I’m an addict. I’m addicted
to feeling the touch of him on my skin, the way his hands grip me as he
pummels my wet pussy with his cock. I love the way he manipulates my
body. I love the way he touches my body. I want more, and more, and more
of him. 

I tense, slightly, as his hands reach for me. They pull me on to his
lap, and he cradles me to him. His hand traces a lazy pattern on my
back, and the other rests, so still, on my creamy thigh. I close my
eyes. The nearness of his neck is intoxicating, and I can smell the musk
of his aftershave. The clean scent of him turns me on like no other. I
want to devour every single inch of his body, starting at the bottom, 
and working my way up. Can I please? Can I just taste you ever so
slightly right this moment? 

My breathing is ragged, and his hands begin to move on me, and I think
“Yes!” Finally he’s going to touch me. I lay my hands on his chest, 
eager to feel the bareness of his body against mine. I want to feel him
over me, thrusting, hands holding me down, teeth marking my neck as he
asserts himself over me. I want it more than anything. This whispered
caress of his lips on my flesh is so intoxicating I can barely keep my
eyes from falling shut. I lean up, lips open for a kiss, and he takes my
lips. His hands cradle my face, and we sink into one another, oblivious
to everything around us. I just want this; his touch, his lips, his
presence. I squirm on his lap and he tells me to quit, hold myself
still. Just be. 

Just be right here, in this moment, in this time, in this kiss. 

Alive

Alive

Flat Out Lust

Flat Out Lust