You know how I lay in bed, when I think about you.
How I touch myself. With your voice in my ears and your face on the inside of my eyelids.
You get me there so easily.
So I touch myself and imagine you. Hands on my body, lips caressing over skin and nipples. Fingers digging into my flesh. Giving you total control.
Making my heart race while I moan your name.
I’m still intoxicated by you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qqsa5n/wednesday_f_mastrubating_thoughts