Some nights
Most nights
Too many nights
I conjure up your face, your arms, your smell as a talisman against night demons.
I remember your arms around me, fingers in my hair, salty lips. I remember the way you slid my hand down to your hardness, telling me to take control.
I remember you kissing me, sucking me, biting me. And I fall asleep imagining your arms around me.
And some nights
More often than I care to admit nights
I call out your name as I touch myself.
I slide my hands down my neck, imagining your lips there. Across my nipples, now hard, imagining your teeth there. They wander down my stomach to my legs, which fall open of their own accord, and gently trail around my soft inner thigh and across my underpants. And then as I think of you, your crooked smile and cheeky eyes, one finger deftly slips underneath my panties and lightly strokes the wetness there.
I gasp, remembering your touch and the way I willed you to enter me then, but you kept teasing. Slowly I stroke the outer gates to my pleasure, all the while filling my head with you.
Eventually, I can't stand it anymore and I rip off my underwear, and slowly, so slowly, put one finger inside, stroking that small hardness that makes me shiver. I imagine you speaking low into my ear about how you want me to feel, and my stomach leaps and my juices begin to flow. I rub firmly but gently, and recall how I told you I wanted you deep inside me.
Suddenly I slide my finger in deeper and my back arches of my own accord. I fiercely whisper your name as I stroke harder and faster, probing for that sweet spot that will bring my release.
But I know you wouldn't let it rest at that. I know that you would switch between the deep throbbing of me to tickling that oh-so-sensitive spot until I am shaking all over and begging for release.
So I touch myself, my body shaking, toes curling, back arching, imagining you all over me - hands in my hair, lips on my neck and breast and your hardness deep, deep inside of me. My breathing deepens and I begin to whimper, begging you to enter me and make me come.
I imagine you above me, looking deep into my eyes as we come together, imagine you leaning down to kiss me as the waves begin to crash around us. Somehow I manage to have both spots stimulated at the same time, and on the nights when I'm alone I cry your name out loud into the night as I come with such intensity that tears spring to my eyes.
As the ripples spread ever outwards I continue to rub my clitoris gently, shivering each time I make contact. I imagine the smile that would play across your face as you did that, relishing the power and control you have over me in that moment - I lay there naked and completely at your mercy. You lean down and kiss my neck, my nipple, my lips and I lay back, replete, complete.
I wonder what you would say if you knew.
Most nights
Too many nights
I conjure up your face, your arms, your smell as a talisman against night demons.
I remember your arms around me, fingers in my hair, salty lips. I remember the way you slid my hand down to your hardness, telling me to take control.
I remember you kissing me, sucking me, biting me. And I fall asleep imagining your arms around me.
And some nights
More often than I care to admit nights
I call out your name as I touch myself.
I slide my hands down my neck, imagining your lips there. Across my nipples, now hard, imagining your teeth there. They wander down my stomach to my legs, which fall open of their own accord, and gently trail around my soft inner thigh and across my underpants. And then as I think of you, your crooked smile and cheeky eyes, one finger deftly slips underneath my panties and lightly strokes the wetness there.
I gasp, remembering your touch and the way I willed you to enter me then, but you kept teasing. Slowly I stroke the outer gates to my pleasure, all the while filling my head with you.
Eventually, I can't stand it anymore and I rip off my underwear, and slowly, so slowly, put one finger inside, stroking that small hardness that makes me shiver. I imagine you speaking low into my ear about how you want me to feel, and my stomach leaps and my juices begin to flow. I rub firmly but gently, and recall how I told you I wanted you deep inside me.
Suddenly I slide my finger in deeper and my back arches of my own accord. I fiercely whisper your name as I stroke harder and faster, probing for that sweet spot that will bring my release.
But I know you wouldn't let it rest at that. I know that you would switch between the deep throbbing of me to tickling that oh-so-sensitive spot until I am shaking all over and begging for release.
So I touch myself, my body shaking, toes curling, back arching, imagining you all over me - hands in my hair, lips on my neck and breast and your hardness deep, deep inside of me. My breathing deepens and I begin to whimper, begging you to enter me and make me come.
I imagine you above me, looking deep into my eyes as we come together, imagine you leaning down to kiss me as the waves begin to crash around us. Somehow I manage to have both spots stimulated at the same time, and on the nights when I'm alone I cry your name out loud into the night as I come with such intensity that tears spring to my eyes.
As the ripples spread ever outwards I continue to rub my clitoris gently, shivering each time I make contact. I imagine the smile that would play across your face as you did that, relishing the power and control you have over me in that moment - I lay there naked and completely at your mercy. You lean down and kiss my neck, my nipple, my lips and I lay back, replete, complete.
I wonder what you would say if you knew.
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