* [Him] - read in a deeper voice *

“Tell me what you want. Just... tell me what you want. I need you. I need your voice. Your breath. Your body that hasn’t showered. Your mouth that smells of sulfur pits. Your strange toe nails. Your fake sex. I want you just the way you are right now. Right now. In your gown. Your panties. Your naked nothingness that you wrapped in a jacket that you are not even happy about... Against all the the insecurities that are holding you back.

Yes!? Why does it have it to be you? You destroyed me.

That’s why it has to be you... You’re the only doctor who can make me whole again. But that’s a lie. You’re not a doctor. I am, not a doctor. But I know for a fact, that there is something more to your diagnosis than just ”horny”.

I need your body next to me. I need your voice. Your phone call telling me that I have a reason to exist. I am just medications and errands. An experiment that needs not be repeated. I am the devil chained in heaven.

Without you... I am powerless. I am a wet blanket. Without comfort, only a heavy weight.

Tell me what you need. But let it be something small. My magic is old. Very ancient. It holds great power, but it haven’t been practised in ages. Only against a wall.

I would fuck you until you wanted me to stop. Like a machine. An animal. A superhuman being.

Sacrifice my own pleasure... perhaps I would, sometimes. If only you could be present. Next to me. Near me. Be my medicine dear.

Come to me. Bury all that you think is ugly about you into my hair and I will worship your birthmarks, your anorexic, your swollen lard. Your sweat is my aphrodisiac. Your shyness, my strength.

I want to consume you like you want to be consumed. Pleasure you like a hole that needs to be filled. Not because I am the filler, but because I also have that emptiness inside me, wanting to be fed. Your juices.

Your impulses. Giving in. Letting go. Being whoever you want me to be. As long as I can still recover to something gray. Who we really are. Not bright or dark, but gray agonizingly beautiful creatures that spawn in the dawn and spill their musk in the dusk.

That is why I want so little from you. That is why I yearn for your voice, your text, your nick name. Because I have not had access to the real you.

But my apartment is clean. And it is waiting for you. To be filled with all the dirt that we withold ourselves from experiencing.

Destroy all fantasizes with a single clumsy, sloppy, wet, and messy, yet real scenario. You, stepping into my chambers.

So simple. The trust has been restored. I want you so much my brain stops working. My heart tries to compensate for my brain’s absence. I do not know what to do.

You may think I am only desperate. But what are you, if not like I? Come seek the small death with me. Kill this desire once and for all... so we can be colorful again.

[Her]

I want to be in your arms. I want to be close to you. So damn close, you have to carry my weight.

Your hand grazing past my belly. So annoyed that you skipped my breasts again. I have to give myself an extra treat and pinch my left nipple. Your swollen hard dick through the fabric. I can feel it against my tigh. Slighlty too close to my tigh gap.

I want you inside and I’m waiting for you... but you have other plans. You give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, kissing down my neck, your lips graze my breasts, pinching my other nipple lightly with your right hand.

Your kisses move across my belly, down, down. Your tongue is creating like a third lip between your two. You’re making me wetter and wetter as I let go of my expectations. Will he lap my clit with long deep strokes or will he flip it like a pussy cat lapping for milk? It doesn’t matter. I will let him know through my voice what I like. My moans will direct him. Guide him.

My power over him is my voice. I can make him cum with just my voice.... I know this for sure, but he has never told me.... I wonder what’s holding him back. Maybe he wants to be more in control... oh, what now? He wants me to turn around and crawl onto him?

Is he going to lick my ass? No, he’s just... oh, I see. Mmh... what is this dick doing here. I’d better suck it. But not until he puts his *toooooooongue* in my *cuuungh*...