A little something from me to you. (3) [Intimacy] [No Penetration] [Teasing] [Sensual] [Couple] [M/F 20’s – 30’s]

Good evening everyone. Thank you very much for all the kind words, comments, and DM’s on my past work, each one really means a lot. I’m back now from a bit of a break, I hope this finds you well.

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It’s early morning, close to 4am. Don’t ask me why I’m still awake because most of the time I myself couldn’t even give you a good reason. But here I am. I woke from a deliciously naughty dream, and am in need of your attention. Your body calls to me, and I demand all of it.

Rolling over in bed, I reach for you in the darkness of our bedroom. You’ve always been a side sleeper, and tonight you’ve rolled so that you’re facing away from me. My hand grazes the soft skin of your back, and lingers there. I feel your back rise and fall with your even breathing. My baby. I gently run my thumb along the middle of your back, tracing down your spine. My fingers stop at the small of your back, right above your ass, massaging the area sensuously. I love touching you, the touch of your warm soft skin just calms me.

A little something, from me [M] to you [F] (2)

Sometimes things just happen. There’s not always a reason or a logical sequence of events that lead up to it. Sometimes you just put two things together and a reaction occurs, like a chemist combining reagents in a lab. The result is a mystery, and there’s no guarantee that what comes of it can even be controlled. This analogy perfectly describes our last meeting. An uncontrollable chemical fire of raw, sexual desire and urgency.

We’ve been talking about meeting for a long time. Promises were made, scandalous texts were written, and photos that we would be mortified to show even our closest friends were sent to each other. Tensions were understandably high when you answered the door to your studio apartment on that weekend and saw me standing there. Out of the blue. You knew I was coming–I just didn’t tell you it was going to be today.

A little something, from me [M] to you [F]

It’s 3am, you’re laying down in bed. It’s pleasantly cool in your room, the low hum of the air conditioner fan barely audible in the background. You wish you could fall asleep, but you can’t—but part of you doesn’t really want to. At least not yet. You’ve had a long day, you deserve some time to yourself. This is the time of night when the thoughts come. You know the ones I’m talking about. The thoughts that send little shocks of pleasure to that place between your legs and make your body flush with desire. Your hands unconsciously slide down your midsection, drift down past your hips, and rest between your legs. Gently stroking the skin of your inner thighs you feel more little shocks, stronger ones this time, but still nowhere near enough to satisfy the hunger in you. Your fingertips continue to touch and wander, finding the soft fabric of your underwear. Gently, you touch yourself through the thin cloth. Your breath quickens. You can feel obvious heat radiating from your entrance, slippery wetness seeping through onto your fingers. You press your fingertips a little harder into the fabric, rubbing a little faster. It’s enough to make you gasp softly. More. You want more.