Silent Desire

He Never Touches Me

That’s the first thing I notice. Not the way he looks at me, though I felt that too. Not the way his voice lowers just slightly when he says my name. Burning with a Silent Desire. It was the distance. Not physical distance. No, he stands close enough that I can feel the shift in the air when he moves. Close enough that if I leaned in just a little, I’d know exactly what it feels like to be held there. The Silent Desire is intense.
But he doesn’t. And somehow… that’s worse.

There’s a tension that builds in silence. The kind that doesn’t need words, doesn’t need permission. It just exists, stretching itself between glances, pauses, and moments that last a second too long.
I catch it in the way he watches me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. His Silent Desire for me. Or maybe he knows I am. Maybe that’s the point. I’ve been around men who take. Who rushes. Who fills every quiet space with something loud, something certain, something they think I’m supposed to want.

Silent Desire

He’s not like that.  He has a Silent Desire. He waits. And it does something to me I can’t explain. Because now I’m equally the one noticing everything. His hand rests near mine, but never quite reaches. The way his body turns toward me, finally like he’s already decided, just not acting on it yet. The way he lets moments sit long enough for my mind to wander into places I didn’t plan on going.
That I’m reading too much into it. That this is just another almost, another maybe, another situation I’ll overthink and eventually outgrow. But my body doesn’t listen to logic like that. It’s a reaction to his presence.  
To that energy. To his quiet confidence of someone who knows they don’t have to just rush to be felt. And that’s what gets to me most. Not even what he does. But what he never does. Because there is a certain  power in that restraint.

In choosing not to touch even when you know you easily could. In letting that anticipation build until it becomes something way heavier than the action itself. And I can feel it in my depths. That moment that hasn’t happened yet, but could. Sometimes I do wonder if he knows. If he feels the shift inside of me the same way I feel it in him. If he ever notices the way I pause for longer before I actually speak, or how I hold eye  contact just a bit longer than what is considered normal.

Or maybe he’s just waiting for me. But I never move. Because if I actually move, It will change everything. And right now in this moment, the space between us?

It’s Very Dangerous: A Silent Desire

Not because of what is happening but because of what isn’t. As he moves closer, I feel my insides jump. Almost like butterflies in my groin. My walls swell and moisten. Growling, needing him. My body calls to him, yet he doesn’t answer. Leaving me waiting, anticipating. He walks toward me. My nerves go haywire, wanting to leap out of my skin. Just attach myself to him. Enveloped in his skin. Yet I don’t move as I watch. While he watches me.

He can see my discomfort written all over my face. I clench my thighs as he brushes his fingertips along them. By the time he’s done with me, I’ll be sitting in a puddle of my own juices. He walks around me. Then leans over, sniffing in my ear, which tickles my neck. Sending shivers down my spine. Leaving goosebumps where he touches my skin.

He continues to walk to face me. He bends over, parts my legs, and slides his palms up to reach my parts. Gentles rubs along as he smirks. “Too eager,” he says. As he slaps my pussy. Making me jump. He is no Bitch Boy. I shallow my breathing. Trying to calm my nerves under his gaze. My attempts to remain in control are unsuccessful. He enjoys every moment watching me squirm and taking great delight in his ability to make my body react, with Silent Desire.

I’m Completely Unable To Contain Myself 

He knows that. Still, I attempt to remain in control. Which only makes him tease more. He trails his hands up my sides. Use the backs of his hands and fingers to brush against my erect nipples. As all of my senses simultaneously explode. Needing him, yearning for him, desiring him.

Although he feels it, he keeps the pace, never rushing through. Steady movements. Before he even penetrates me. He’s inside my mind, Silent Desire dancing. Stimulating pieces of me that have never been touched.
It brings an excitement that I’ve never known. Exhilarating me in ways I’m ready to explore. Which I intend to explore in every way imaginable. Call me the Mistress of phone Sex, and let’s play this game.

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