Didn’t know where else to pour these thoughts so I’m formulating them into a story. One which I hope with all my heart will come true one day, but for now remains a fantasy. Thank you in advance for reading this. xx
You came into my life when I least expected it. Both of us just wanted a hookup; we’d traded pics and agreed that we were insanely attracted to each other’s bodies, but we realised how compatible we also were in so many other ways as we got to know each other better. Unfortunately, as life would have it, circumstances made it impossible for us to be anything.
Even though I know that now, I can’t help feeling the way I do about you. You’re always on my mind — when I’m cooking dinner after a long day, when my mind is wandering aimlessly on a quiet day at work, ~~even when~~ *especially* when I’m stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. My body yearns for you, even when I’m not awake. Some mornings I’ll wake up not realising that I had been humping my blankets, or that my hand had somehow wandered under my panties. My fingers would be fully soaked, covered in my juices from dreaming about you, probably. I never remember these dreams, but I know that you’re always the first thought that comes to mind.