The images that dance through her head as she waits for sleep to come are equal parts sweet and terribly dirty. This is her favorite part of the day, because her imagination gets to run wild. There are no limits, inhibitions, no societal standards to keep her from experiencing every sexual desire she could possibly have.
Her hand begins playing with her own chest, only in her mind it’s a man from her past doing the playing. Imaging his lips and tongue moving over her delicate skin. His hands grab, twist, and pull. Sensitive nipples erect and longing. His mouth eager as it moves from one breast to the other.
As his head moves down her stomach he transforms into her current love. Its his mouth she pretends is moving across her aching pussy. His lips and tongue instead of her own hand. Her thighs tremble and her back arches as the first bit of fire runs through her. No one can use their mouth the way he can.
When it comes time for her to push her fingers deep inside, she imagines that its a hard cock she’s never had. Seeing so clearly in her mind his face hovering above her, his strong chest laying on her body, and his hips slamming forward to fill her waiting cunt. Her breath quickens and her body pulsates as his hard cock slams in and out of her. It hits every spot just right and soon it takes all her will power not to scream aloud.
When all is said and done she drifts to sleep with fake arms wrapped around her and a smile on her lips.
Gorgeous