Thinking of You

[be****]

My room is dark.. shadows created by the brightness of the street light. Bed filled with 4 fluffed, white pillows. One giant beige and white striped comforter and a small eagle blanket overtop. More than I’ll ever need, yet still doesn’t feel like enough. One simple, wooden night stand on the right side of the bed. One drawer and space for my favourite books on the ledge underneath.. lamp turned off but waiting. Cup of water that has yet to be touched. A bag of mini peanut butter cups.

It’s quiet, but not silent. The hum of the fan, that should have been dusted a week ago. Frogs croaking so loud, it echos through my windows. The gradual increase, climax and decrease of window vibrations as airplanes depart overhead. White noise coming from the baby monitor, turned up just enough for me to listen.

My room smells of the remanence of a vanilla bourbon candle, mixed with smoke from my breath extinguishing the 3 small flames a few minutes ago. My sheets smell of fresh air, after hanging in the sun all day. A light soap scent still lingering on my skin after showering.. which feels soft, refreshed and moisturized.

My mind is tired.. but not for you. It’s fully awake in wanting you. Only you. All of you.

As my eyes wander back and forth over your exquisitely written message, my feet and hands start to tingle.. the slightest bit. Slowly moving inward, my legs.. arms. Until all paths lead to the perfect point. I’m soaked now. I haven’t reached down to feel myself.. yet.. but I can feel how wet I am by just moving my hips ever so slowly back and forth. Feeling my lips rubbing together, begging for attention. Your attention.

Rereading the message. Over and over. At this point, my hand is ***ly wandering down to my pussy. As my finger tips touch my clit for the first time.. my breath exhales. Not even knowing I was holding it. A few slow circles and I can’t take it anymore. I need more.

In such a focus, I don’t even close my bedside dresser drawer. Within seconds, my vibrator is on and pressed solidly against my clit. My eyes close.. still replaying the words you wrote.. but as if you were saying them to me aloud. Imagining your hands in place of my toy.. making me cum uncontrollably. I’m so close. I can feel it. Remove the vibrator from my clit.. teasing.. edging. Lightly tapping it on and off when I’m backing off the ledge, pushing back to where my toes are curling in frustration of needing to cum. Begging quietly... for you to make me cum.

Once the release passes, I somehow collapse into a bed I’m already laying in. Catching my breath.. eyes closed.. sinking deeper into relaxation. Thinking of you holding me, letting me come down in the gentlest way. My eyes never open again.. as I fall into a deep sleep.

[se****]

I would eat and suck ur pussy until you can't stand it anymore and you start begging for me to fuck you then I don't stop until you are ready and filling good it's all about making you cum till you feel good