This is an erotic short. Reader discretion is advised.
Do you know how good it makes me feel, for you to say my name?
The way it rolls off your tongue. Tasting me, as you pronounce me, as the winner over and over. The ecstasy I feel in each syllable.
Feels like a million bees buzzing around me, like a tidal wave rolling through my veins. In between the panting and the moaning I whisper, “say my name.”
And you oblige me, every time. Pleasing me as I please you.
You sound so desperate, wanting the one thing I have the power to give you. Your lows are getting higher, louder and needing me, to complete you.
Your sweat soaked grip tightening as I now demand for you to say my name.
You whimper and acquiesce, pleading while almost singing my name.
The waterfall comes, streaming down as my name hits a crescendo.
This is just the beginning. You think you’ve hit the peak, but we’ve only just begun.
Your turn.
Make me say your name.
E Monique Writes 