Do you think about me?
When your thoughts wander to places you’d far rather be, am I there with you?
Does our skin touch? Can you feel the electricity that passes through me in your fingertips, making you tremble? Does that give you butterflies, just imagining it?
Does your mind’s eye paint brilliant pictures of me glowing for you? Am I naked? In your bed? Am I resting my head on your pillow, wrapping myself in your sheets, making them smell like me?
Do you wish you could reach out and touch my warm skin? Brush the hair out of my face, run your thumb over my bottom lip… Caress my cheek, trail your fingers down my neck…
Does that image of me thrill you? Does your cock rise at the delicious thought of my body next to yours? Do you touch yourself wishing instead that my delicate hands were wrapped around your hardness, gently stroking them up and down your length?
Do you throb at the thought of me sneaking lower in the bed, gradually kissing my way down your torso, staring back up at you as I take you in my mouth? My tongue exploring you, deliberately tasting you, drawing out your pleasure…
Do you feel yourself coming undone, painfully wanting to reach down and bury your fingers in my hair, guiding me as I devour every inch of you? Does your heartbeat quicken, imagining my throat opening for you, hungrily accepting your thrusts?
Is my name ringing in your ears as you cum? Blissfully finding release deep in my throat, listening to my lust-filled moans as I swallow you… Do you curse at the thought of me coming up for air, greedily licking my lips with pride and irresistible, insatiable desire gleaming in my eyes?
Does it make you crave more?
…because I do.
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