[CYBERSEXUAL REGRESSION]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT...
A regression into the cyberality of you... cybervisually.
The huskiness of your voice suggests your intentions and makes me recline in expectation...
I so receptive to your manipulation, hand in your panties as I talk in your ear across the miles... you still belong to me.
Let me hear your wet, slap it for me.
I so hard as stroke... your image in my mind your voice in my ear.
Spread your legs and tell me how it feels as you divulge to me of your secret fantasies... menage, outside, in front of the open window nipples pressed against the glass as I hit it from the back.
Some of that big dick all in yo guts love.
This my favorite of games as we play into the deepest darkest of wet ass sexy night... touch that thing for me, make it cry drops that drip to the sheets between your ass cheeks.
A moment of moans and groans as you shudder in release of all that pent up sexuality that can only be sated in the living of the dream... freaky ass situations where your voice takes on a form of its own... becomes so solid, Pixilatedly imposed on a mental screen.
Touch me cybernetically...
Talk to me.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
