You ask me to cum while imagining you doing things to me.

Sadly, reading about the things you would do to me does not turn me on, much as I'd like it to.

I need to feel the heat of your cock through your briefs, feel your hot desire for me straining against the garment. I need to see your penis, run my hands on it, feel the hairs at the base, hear you shiver. I need to love with my eyes and hands and ears and lips in order to be turned on by your desire. I'd love to feel my lust welling up in me, odd as it sounds, in my throat. And my groin, and my heart which beats so loud I scarcely hear your moans.

I'd love to do some very light bondage with you, binding your hands with rubber bands that you can unfasten easily, but you are held captive by a look from me. I'd sit on your lap, naked waist down, tease your cock with my wetness. And these boobs of mine, that I never knew were this sexy, would be my weapons, my source of power over you. I'd undress, and would gaze into your eyes, and relish as they look hungrily from one set of eyes to another. I would love for your first contact with my pussy to be with your penis, which you push with such urgency that you miss my vagina and graze my labia and my clit – the feeling of penis on clit is indescribable. I wish…

I wish you were here with me. Words are such poor lovers.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1q3512/you_ask_me_to_cum_while_imagining_you_doing