What a week itโs been! I finally lie down after a grueling day at work. Emails to and from you have helped keep my sanity and, as always, Iโm glad that youโre not only a great lover, but also a supportive friend. Iโm exhausted, but all of the stress and tension has me keyed up enough that I donโt know if Iโll be able to sleep. I close my eyes and eventually find myself hovering somewhere between sleep and restlessness...
Is that your cologne I smell? I sigh as I imagine that, yes, it's actually you in the room with me. Just the scent of you is enough to get me going!
The bed gives under your weight as you join me. Then I feel the covers pulled back from my body. I can feel your gaze on my skin, and goosebumps appear on my flesh in response.
The bed shifts as you move, and I release a pent-up breath in one long sigh at the feel of your breath, hot on my neck. Your fingers lightly trail down my arms, and the vague, tickling sensation turns me on even more. I feel you pull away from my neck. I so want to look at you, to gaze into your hypnotic eyes to fully savor what you're doing to me. But I don't dare open my eyes, or else this perfect fantasy might end...
Your fingers trail back up my arms and lightly, lingeringly begin to trace trails down the front of me, skimming over my chest... my breasts... my belly... my hips... and down over my thighs before reversing direction to retrace their paths in agonizingly slow movements. I find that I'm quivering at the need you're arousing in my body. You notice too, and your low chuckle caresses my ears.
Your fingers again reach my shoulders and again reverse. But this time, they trail to the outside of my breasts and down to my sides, tickling as they go. My skin actually jumps under your touch at the titillation.
I feel your hands rest lightly on my hips. You aren't physically holding me down, but the sensation of being captive is still there, driving me wild. And then I feel your breath on my skin - hot on my breast, caressing my areola. I gasp and arch my back, delighting in the feel, but wanting more. When nothing happens, I relax, lying back on the bed fully.
And then your breath hits my other breast. I whimper and squirm slightly. These simple treatments have me so hot and hungry that I'm practically paralyzed with need.
Finally, I feel your mouth - one touch of your lips on the center of my abdomen, accompanied by your hot, moist breath, heating me to the core. Your right hand moves to urge my legs apart and your fingers find the overflowing wetness there - evidence of the effect your few simple attentions have on me. You slowly slide your index finger into my heat, slide it back out, as you twist your wrist slightly, then slowly slide it back in and then out again.
My hands grip the sheets beneath me.