It’s been more than a week since I last saw you, far longer than I’d like. I can’t sleep, I’m lying in bed restless, tossing and turning. My engorged pussy is throbbing as fantasies of you and our sex run through my head. It’s been a trying week, and I have energy to burn. It’s late, and I know you are asleep. I’ll have to take care of myself.
The weather has been overcast and muggy, my skin is already flushed and warm to the touch. I strip off my flimsy t-shirt, tossing it to the floor. My nipples harden, now exposed to the cool night air. I close my eyes and inhale slowly, remembering the feeling of your soft tongue, lightly grazing my nipples, knowing how sensitive they can be, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. My toes curl reflexively as I grasp my breasts, one in each hand. I squeeze firmly, pinching my nipples, mimicking the way you nibble at them, the way that turns me on so much and makes me whisper your name breathlessly. You love how petite I am, and yet I have natural D-cup breasts. You love how soft and supple they are, how perfectly they fit in your hands. The way my body responds to you when you suck on them, gently at first, swirling your tongue around my nipple, then more firmly, until you nip sharply at me, making me gasp and let out a little scream. You know I love that sensation, and will feel it for days after we part.