An idea can infiltrate your mind. As I lay restlessly toying with it. Taking it apart and putting it back together again. Running it over and over until I’ve seen it from every angle.
Tonight, that is where you find me. Trapped in the idea of it, of him, of what I so desperately want. The idea is powerful, arousing, and comforting.
I lay in bed, the shallow breaths creating a pressure on my body, trapping me in the isolation of the fleeting moment: an isolation that disappears the moment that I find the thought again.
In my mind, it is so vivid that it could almost feel real, as I begin to rub my clitoris I feel the tingle in my lower back. I know how to move, I know where to go and as the shallow breaths hasten with intensity I continue to redirect the thoughts to do their part – creating more texture and detail to the imagery.
As the thought manifests itself, I’m no longer alone… I imagine his hand on my breast, his tongue on my neck. As I slowly move my finger inside myself, it’s no longer my hand. The thought is growing. I can taste his erection, I can smell the sweet scent of his sweat.
I begin to move my hand to my mouth and bite hard as I imagine his cock inside me. The breathing in heavy unison as I ride on top of him, my body begging for his cum.
I disect the thought of what his hair feels like between my fingers. The noises I make as I reposition to deepen the penetration. I press my fingers deeper, burying them inside of myself – but the thought grows.
I can feel his arms around me. I can breathe in his breath as it escapes between the outline of our lips. I can hear the comfort of his voice. The thought is all I need as I begin to feel the impending orgasm.
I continue to imagine as I moved back to my clitoris: I play hard and fast, but soft and intimate. I feel a quiver escaping my lungs as I gasp – grabbing the sheets below me. Tightly twisting them in my grasp. I imagine him licking my nipples and softly whispering “You’re beautiful.” as he moves to fulfill one single purpose.
I whisper “OH my God” as I feel the tingling: up my spine, along my hairline, I curl my toes as the euphoria covers me like a blanket. I lay in satisfaction. Grateful for the thought as reality begins to overcome me again.
A thought can cause pain, but a thought… oh, THIS thought, was so much more. This thought, I think, I will hold on to this thought.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f7nr5i/thinking_of_you