It has been an extremely long time since I have written anything, and I am really hoping to get back to it soon. As such, criticism is welcome, however let's keep it polite please :) Hope you like it.
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While you are not here, I find myself thinking of you. I am not whole; I am a half without my corresponding other. My body yearns for the feel of your skin against my skin; my mind misses the connection of yours. I miss the connection and sensation of skin to skin contact, feeling full and surrounded by you. My whole world narrowed down to one person - you.
The memory of your hand against the softest skin of my lower back sends shivers down my spine. Its such a sensitive spot that I long to feel this touch again, though you don't know just how much it affects me. I remember how it feels as you glide your hand up to cup my breast, feeling my nipple get hard under your caressing palm. Tormenting me by only slightly moving your palm you make me wait and want for a far more firm touch, perhaps a firm pinch of my tight, throbbing and swollen nipple.