Lying here today in between doing the laundry, working on the computer and reading the paper, I laid back on my bed with no one around and grabbed that book of bedtime erotica I bought but haven't really got to read.
I long for you so much that sometimes it gets to be so hard to keep from touching myself that I have to always keep an eye on the door to make sure no one is coming in.
But that just makes the experience so much more desirable and the craving for you get even hotter.
You just told me about that special place we would always visit every week. One time we just got crazy and wanted so much to make love to one another we just did it. You reminded me how hot it was to ride that toy between my legs. And it was hot. And it was sensual. You have such a drive, a passion. You crave it.
So I lay there in the quiet of room with only the static of the football game through my headphones and the traffic outside my hostel breaking some silence. I started reading some stories that just made me think wow why can't I be more like that? Have that passion, drive, and desire.
As I do my hands slowly start to rub my cock. I haven't fully undressed fearing a walk-in from an unsuspecting neighbor. Cannot remember if I locked the door but by this point it was beyond my reach or desire to lock the door.
I closed my eyes and thought of me wanting you. Wanting truly to say let me make love you to you. Taking you in my arms and slowly kissing you. Letting my hands wander over you. Wanting to undress you. Slowly sliding your shirt off to reveal your large beautiful tits. Undoing your bra and letting it slide down your shoulders while I want to take your nipples in my mouth. You sigh and moan and tell me oh fuck it feels so good.