Tempest Of Desire Kim starts a new chapter in her life after going for an interview and realizing that instant attraction does exist. Using her ex-partner and those around her to quench the desires she feels....
There was an undeniable magnetic pull between us, a palpable tension that I felt every time our eyes met. A deep sense of intrigue filled the room, and as the interview drew to a close, I knew that this man had become an obsession. I wanted to uncover the mysteries hidden within his deep gaze, and a part of me believed that this interview was destined to change my life in ways I had never imagined. I left the room, my thoughts in turmoil, knowing that this tall, mysterious man had left an indelible mark on me. I felt as if a magical spell had been cast, and an extraordinary journey was about to begin.
I found myself wondering what it would be like to feel his body against mine, to be taken by him in a moment of raw, uninhibited passion. I imagined his strong hands gripping me tightly, his breath hot against my neck, taking me in a way that was both rough and desperately craved. the knowledge that he was out there, possibly thinking of me too. The thought of his touch, firm yet gentle, commanding yet caring, enflamed my senses. I wanted him to claim me with the same confidence he exuded during the interview, to erase any doubt with the certainty of his actions.
I imagined him here, a conqueror ready to claim his prize. The thought of him undoing my blouse, the buttons giving way, one by one, to reveal the hunger I could no longer hide, sent shivers through me. I envisioned his lips, hungry and insistent, mapping the territory of my flesh, claiming each inch as his own. I let my hands wander where I pictured his would go, the fantasy of his grip, his desire, his need for me as potent as if he were there in the flesh...
“Place your hands above your head. I want you all to myself and want to explore every damn inch of you. I can’t do that if you drive me nuts, ready to blow, with every single touch.” My heart skips a beat from the lustful demand in his voice. I quickly oblige and by moving my hands above my head, my back arches and pushes my breasts up. A sly smile spreads his handsome face.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he rumbles and leans forward to catch one of my nipples with his mouth. One of his hands balances his muscled body while the other is kneading my breast.
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