Thoughts of you permeate my mind at odd times of the day. I think of our erotic chats and the discreetness of our relationship. I think how odd we came together when we did and how we did. Something has brought us together as powerfully as it has for a reason. You are my dear friend and my cyber mate. Our sexual heat and chemistry bonding us together in a way not experienced before.
I imagine our chats, flirtatious, honest and open. Sharing intimate secrets even though we know each other very little otherwise. Thoughts of these conversations turn me on, make me want more. I see your words coming across my screen, sometimes innocent, sometimes with sexual intent. Even the simplest word or phrase from you more often than not turns me on. I feel the heat rush to my genitals and know it wont stop there. As I type this I find myself becoming aroused, thinking of the things I will say to you and thinking that you will read them here. I touch myself and feel the wetness that is beginning.
I imagine seeing you, feeling me drawn towards you. We walk towards one another. I feel the heat and chemistry jump and spark between us as we come closer. We embrace in a deep sensual kiss, my tongue sliding against yours, probing and wanting more. My tongue running along the roof of your mouth and sucking on your lower lip. My breath comes faster as heat radiates through my body. My breasts are warm. I feel you press against me and the heat from you overwhelms me. Kissing passionately, I tear your shirt off, popping buttons as you lift my shirt off exposing my bare breasts. You can see my nipples are hard.
My hands slide across your chest, my tongue and mouth hot against your throat as I feel our breathing increase and our passion rise. I run my hands across your nipples and feel them harden as I pinch them slightly. My mouth all over your neck and chest, running my tongue down your stomach. I feel your hands across my breasts and down my sides. Mmmm, did I ever tell you thats one of the most erotic spots on my body? Your hands slide down and across my ass, pulling me against you. Tight and close. I arch against you, pressing tightly.