Kiss me like there's no tomorrow....

I am having a craving. A very odd craving to appear so suddenly, but not a very weird thing to crave.. I think.

Remember when you were a teenager or when you just met your boyfriend or husband or whatever (Or wife or.. You get the drift, I'm not listing all the options.) and you just wanted to make out with them? Before sex became relevant, or maybe just the heat of the foreplay at the early stages? I kinda crave that right now. Being 100% focused on losing yourself in someone elses kisses and caresses, till you feel feverish and dizzy and you either have to stop or just have them. Fevered need.

So I'm gonna talk about that for a bit. This is gonna be one of those blogs, so shove off if you can't handle it.

I'm in the mood for making out up against a wall, the guy pressed flush against me, hands exploring, caressing, grabbing, fingers digging into skin and clutching clothes.. Ragged breath, messed up hair, lips melting together, tongues exploring, nipping, biting, moaning and sighing.
The whole passionate shebang.

... This is not an invitation, by the way. I'm dreaming, not prowling.

Sadly, I don't have anyone on call who could swing by and satisfy that particular craving. Mostly because.. It's all about the butterflies, the heat, the attraction.. And I don't have that right now. I have a potential fling in mind, but it will most likely be very short-lived and I have to wait a while before I can even figure out if the chemistry is there, so it's irrelevant for now. I'll just have to live with feeling frustrated.

In my fictatious world, today has been all about scratch marks. I think that's what derailed me to think of these things.

... Shut up, it's been since new years, I'm allowed to feel a little needy by now.

I've had plenty opportunity, I know. But I want that overwhelming feeling of "If I don't, I'll probably die. Must have him right this instant!". Otherwise, I'm not interested. I don't want to be lukewarm, I want to burn.

Again, I should point out I'm not looking. Or inviting. This is merely me venting my sexual frustration. I think Skye is rubbing off on me. I won't settle for anything but all-consuming and burning desire.

And I'm willing to hold out for that.

Okay, it didn't help that I had a steamy dream last night, though that went beyond the kissing, and took place on a couch. But the theme was the same, and the style, too. There was the overwhelming feeling of being unable to touch enough skin at one time, to kiss deeply enough, to hear each other over the sound of your pulse hammering like drums in your ears..

I really should write a thank you letter and send chocolate to whoever wired my dream-center. It does wicked well on details and believability sometimes.

Okay. Enough about my libido. I should go to bed, I'm going plant shopping tomorrow... Woo.

Night peeps and peepers! Dream something sexy! Here's a bit of inspirational images.