Story
Talk dirty to me after I ask what you'd do if I were in your bed rn
If you were in my bed right now, I'd gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear and whisper sweet nothings as I gaze into your eyes. The atmosphere would be intimate, with the soft glow of the evening lights casting a warm ambiance.
Chapter 1: Midnight Whispers As my fingers dance across your skin, I'd slowly undress you, savoring each touch, each moan, and every flutter of your eyelids. Your gentle breath on my neck would be music to my ears as I trail kisses down the curve of your shoulder.
You'd feel me nestle in beside you, our bodies pressed together, heat for heat, as I whisper how much I crave the sensation of your skin against mine. My lips would find their way to yours, a tender meeting that ignites a fire we'd both be eager to fan into a blazing passion.
And as we surrender to the night, our whispers would grow louder, our hearts beating in perfect harmony, until the world outside fades away and all that's left is the rhythm of our love.
Fabularius is a storyteller. Everything is fictional.