I swear, it’s always when I try to be quiet that my pussy is the loudest. But that’s not her fault. You know how I get when I need you: feral, insatiable. But…you vanished. And now that you’re back, you think you can slide back into me like you never left. I might need you, but I have too much pride give in that easily. So…what better way to punish you than with silence? An act of defiance equally as suffocating as your absence. But it seems that whenever I try to resist you, my body betrays me. With your gentle touch between my thighs, my inner thoughts seep onto your hands, tainting them a milky white. Every tremor, desperate kiss, and stifled moan confirms that I’m yours. That no matter where you go, or how long you’re gone, I’ll be right where you left me.