fort pulaski.
02/17/2009 06:51 p.m.
we were in savannah this weekend. the only moment that keeps replaying in my mind is at the fort. hiding in the pitch black magazine and watching you step in, totally blind. it was the perfect chance to jump out at you and scare you to death. i was so proud of myself. and you screamed and then turned toward me. it was dark and i could still feel the energy. you growled, low in your throat, and started pushing me back until i hit the wall. cold stone wall pressing against my back and your hands around my arms, on my sides. your face in my neck, breathing heavy. immediately, my body became electrified. i could feel it in my toes and fingertips. every inch of me stood on edge and screamed for you. all i could do was moan in your ear. it was so fleeting, but your presence is always so overwhelming. you just consumed me within seconds, and i was just a rag doll in your arms. it still makes my breath hitch in my throat. i couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the trip. here i am at work, three days later, and i'm so overwhelmed by it, i have to write it out to get it off of my brain.

i just want you to take me. i want to feel your hands all over me.
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