We tease each other over text, using double entendres and hinting at what we might do if we could meet up. Sometimes it’s not so subtle. But we can’t meet up. Distance aside, you have a girlfriend.
Still, I like to think about you. Recalling your body sends shivers through mine. Your kisses and bites on my body, your hand around my neck… I waver between shoving these images away and absolutely indulging in them. I know you think about me too. You message me and tell me so. And I can’t help but respond–I miss you.
I miss the way you hold me as we go to sleep. I usually fall asleep first; I’m too comfortable around you. But I wake up to the involuntary movements of your limbs. And then I wake you up too, wiggling around to feel your body pressed closely against mine. To feel your erection starting to stir. To finally have you in my hands… my mind runs wild.