This morning, as the rain pelted the windows, I felt your breath against my neck, your eyes piercing mine as you lay next to me, those dark brown eyes that melt me, I felt your finger on my clit, slowly massaging it, enjoying that control you have over me, as you do. And I woke up too quickly, but kept myself in a dream state as I brought my own fingers to my cunt and pretended it was your hand there, on me, controlling me, as the rain continued to pour down against and beat against the roof top. We were both happy there, unafraid, and wanting. I closed my eyes and for the next ten minutes imagined you torturing me, pulling away each time I was about to come, just watching me quiver and then shake as I couldn’t take it anymore. I swirled my fingers over my clit and imagined so hard it was you, until I exploded and squirted all over myself, moaning and biting my lip, holding myself in the warm and wishing it was you there holding me, and maybe stealing a kiss or two or a thousand, instead of being alone here listening to the rain.