[F4M] I touched myself to thoughts of you today…

I touched myself to thoughts of you today.

I was making myself dinner when my wind began to wander and it wandered to you. Immediately I felt the pulsing in my panties begin. Just the idea of you wakes me up. Arouses my senses in the best kind of way. I turned the flame down low, left the pot to simmer on the stove and allowed my mind to continue wandering. I pictured you coming in to the kitchen and wordlessly walking over to me.

*You take off your coat, kick off your shoes – your eyes never leaving mine. It’s that look that I love, the look of pure desire. A swirl of hunger, need, and adoration. The pulsing in my panties gets stronger. I decide to let this moment stretch out before us. I look away, turn my attention back to the pot as if it is the most important thing in the room. You swiftly come up behind me and press yourself in to my back. You are hard and warm. A moan nearly escapes my mouth, but I hold it in. Wanting to tease you just a bit longer. You wrap your fingers around my neck and forcefully turn my face so that our eyes meet. As soon as your eyes catch mine you know I’m playing the game. We stare at each other for minutes, breathing each other in and out. With every breath I can feel you get harder and harder. I start to get wet. You lean down and kiss me. Ever so gently. Your lips just barely graze mine and you pull back as soon as I start to give in. You’ve decided that two can play at that game. You release my neck and with one final thrust that leaves me breathless…you walk away. Leaving me thirsty. Leaving me wanting so much more.*

I caught myself mindlessly stirring, mouth hanging open – completely lost in my fantasy. I covered the pot lid and decided to allow myself to indulge in the fantasy. I sparked up a joint and laid back on the couch, fingers lightly grazing over my body.

*You walk away, towards the bar and decide to make yourself a drink. I watch your hands move with absolute confidence and dexterity as you add ice, shake, and pour. I want those hands on me. In me. I realize I’m nearly drooling. I decide to level the playing field. I go upstairs and come back wearing nothing but your favorite deep velvet robe and the scent of warm body oil. I walk right up to you, smile, and gingerly take the drink out of your hand. I take a sip and close my eyes, basking in the way the liquid warms me up from the inside out. I open my eyes and you are still staring at me. I could probably cum just from the way you look at me. I take another sip and it spills, dripping down my open robe and on to my partially exposed breast. I’m clearly very distracted. Before I even realize what is happening, you stand up and catch the falling liquid on your tongue. You lick all the way up, briefly stopping at my nipple and eliciting the first sound of the night – a moan escapes my lips. You silence me quickly with a kiss. This kiss is not tender and gingerly. This kiss is full of need and desperation on both ends. I quickly wrap my arms around you, desperate to touch every inch of your skin. I pull off your shirt and I look down. I see my prize bulging in your pants, aching to be released. And just as I am about to grab and squeeze your hardness from the outside, you pull back. You sit back down, grab your drink, take a sip.*

I heard some bubbling from the pan so I set down my joint and made my way over to the stove, lowering the heat once more. My fantasy has made me thirsty, so I pour myself a glass of champagne and return to the couch to continue my daydream.

*You begin to unbuckle your belt. Unzip your pants. I lick my lips reflexively. You pull out your beautiful, hard cock and gently graze it with the side of the glass. You throw your head back in sweet release. You’ve been desperate for contact since you walked in that door. You know how much I love watching you touch yourself. How much I love it when you just own your own cock. I pull out one of the bar stools and perch myself, ready to watch the show. I love watching you stroke up and down and up and down, turning yourself on. At this point my panties are an absolute mess. So I take them off and throw them towards your feet. You groan. Mmmm finally, a sound. I love your sounds of pleasure. I decide I want another sip of your drink. I walk over, take your glass and take a big sip. And before you realize what I’m doing I’m on my knees and I lick your beautiful cock from base to tip, stopping to give the tip an extra suck. You release yourself and put your arms behind your head. I stand up and walk away with a smile. Back to my bar stool perch. You look at me in disbelief. I open my robe and begin to touch myself. Rubbing and swirling around my nipples, my hands slowly begin to travel down. I drag my finger over my slit…I am so wet. I moan, even more turned on by my own wetness. My moan elicits a primal response in you and you immediately grab your dick and begin stroking up and down, harder and harder. I begin to match your pace, rubbing circles around my clit. We’re both breathing more and more deeply, moaning and allowing the sounds of pleasure to take over us. I love watching how you handle your own cock. I love seeing how your eyes are laser focused on my pussy. I love playing with myself for you, showing you exactly how I like to be touched. I moan your name out loud and you decide you’ve had enough. You walk over to me, hard cock in hand and directly begin rubbing the head against my clit. Mmmm I love the feeling of your hardness masturbating me, the idea of you using me for your pleasure. We slide on and against each other like this for a few minutes, the waves of pleasure increasing and increasing. I’m desperate for you at this point, all I want is to feel your thick, hard cock pounding in and out of my pussy. All I want is to feel myself slick and wet frantically rubbing against you. You pull me in close for a kiss, look me deep in the eyes and let out a long and low “ffffuuuuuuckkkkk”. That’s all it takes. Like a wave, I’m crashing. Cumming and cumming, I feel myself pulsing on your hardness.*

I rubbed harder and harder, desperately wishing my fingers were yours. I continued to rub, slowing down, lightly touching myself, still wishing you were here with me.

I touched myself to thoughts of you today….

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