In the middle of the night, I'm wide awake. A tingle of excitement runs down my spine like electricity, and my need rumbles deep within. Fragments of the previous night's wet dream flash across my mind's eye like a steaming movie, heightening my arousal and releasing licks of flame all over my quivering body. My pussy throbs with desire, desperate for sweet relief, and nothing else matters except acting out the carnal scenes in my head--I'm desperate to plunge into an ocean of blissful satisfaction and extinguish this fiery passion that burns through me.
He lies peacefully nestled next to me, his chest rising and falling as he sleeps. Though I know I should not wake him, the ravenous yearning inside of me grows stronger by the second--if I don't find a way to satisfy it soon, I fear I will burst into flames or simply implode under its intensity. I carefully roll out of bed and tiptoe into the living room.
The stuffiness of the room on this hot summer evening is intolerable. I walk over to the door leading to the balcony, fling it open, and step outside. The tension in my body dissolves as a wave of cool night air washes over me, and I breathe it in deeply, tasting the crisp air on my tongue as the gentle breeze caresses my heated skin.
I look across the street and feel my heart race as I see you smoking on your balcony, illuminated by the full moon. The heat of forbidden desire courses through my veins, electrifying every inch of my body. As I become transfixed by the smoldering fire in your eyes, my hardened nipples pulse, begging to be touched.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realize you see the longing in my eyes and the flush of desire on every square inch of my delicate skin. Because the railing provides almost no concealment, I shyly cover my perky breasts and velvet mons with trembling hands.
You smile, amused by my sudden modesty, as you raise the cigarette to your lips. My breath catches as they part slightly and slide over it, my eyes transfixed in intense admiration at every detail--your cheeks hollowing with each inhale, exhaled breaths rising in fragile swirls that resemble intricate lace sculptures made by a masterful artisan.
A surge of lust rushes through my veins as I witness this moment of intimacy, turning my cheeks an alluring crimson. I find myself yearning to be the cigarette, to feel the warmth of your breath grazing my skin, to be completely consumed by you.