Rohith Chv

“I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped.

I had obviously got his attention, and he was looking.

Take a good look, honey, I thought. Take a good look at what I’m offering.

I liked the sound of that silence. Do you know what I mean? Have you heard that silence yourself?

I love that silence you get, when a man who you fancy notices your body.

In a weird way, it’s so loud, it’s deafening.

It could be because of the way you sway your hips, your legs, or thrust your breasts.

And you just know his erection is talking to him, about what he’d like to do to your body. How he’d like to have his delightfully wicked way with you, undress you, smother your naked skin with hungry urgent kisses, and thrust his hard and moist cock deep inside the pouting red lips of your mouth…

I think you get my drift.

There’s a lovely tension in that moment; I call it the lust moment.

When a sexy man sees what you’ve deliberately put out on offer, and he stops in his steps as his lust lights up his mind, and puts him on a new track.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“He looked at me, and then looked away quickly.

But I could tell he was interested.

I think my tight t-shirt might have had something to do with it. And the way I was pushing my breasts towards him, with an inviting smile on my face.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual

“If you are where I was before my process began, you can't imagine the place of victory, the place you can be free from the dominating desire for sexual stimuli. I am here to tell you that there is a place of freedom that you can know--a place where your desire for purity will subdue the lust of the flesh.”
― Bruce Lengeman, To Kill A Lion

“I could feel his whole body trying to claim me, want me, own me in lust, and it made me feel so valuable and wanted. As I was bent over the table, I felt like I was the world to him, and he could think of nothing else, could feel nothing else: he was consumed with my body, dedicated to exploring my female sexual power and energy, and his desperate hitting of me with the belt felt like he would rather die, than be without the chance to connect with me in sex.”
― Fiona Thrust, Naked and Sexual