Catch me thinking of you. Dreaming, actually, because I know it’s not real. My fingertips feel numb from tracing your body. Caressing your soft chest hair. Slowly advancing in the direction of that treasure trail below…guiding me. You take my hand before I can continue and drive me on my back. Both your hands weaved with my own. Aggressive.

He begins near my navel and strategically works his way towards my cavity. Expertise, I see…(gasp)…I feel. Grabbing bed-sheets to halt my soul from escaping. The ecstasy. I laced my fingers through your hair and gently pulled. Pressure. Your hands grip my thighs…digging into me as you hear me yearning for you. Pleasure.

to be continued…