It happens always when I think about you... Yes, It happens always when I think about you even though we've never met, we've never touched. Physically, but we are always together. Admittedly, you drive me mad. We spend nights talking, exchanging stories and comments. Conversation and skirting the issue of sex between us, sometimes as well. Flirty, yes.. teasing...sometimes.. but we never get to talk about it directly. So tonight, after one of our many arguments, suddenly, again I began to wonder about you.
What do you think of me? Do you have the same thoughts I do. Do you want to touch me...taste me. As I do you.
Even as I sit here now and imagine you next to me and my previously soft, sweet nipples are hardening quickly. I sigh quietly and just wish to be touched and stroked by your amazing hands. They would touch so delicately over the silken fabric of my nightshirt until I could take it no more.
Now... I am squirming so badly that I am beginning to fidget. I slip my hands down tentatively and feel my panties begin to dampen with arousal. Now, here I am, I sit back, and I've just whispered your name. I am begging...this to you..this letter..these words so endless...to let you know how badly I need you.
In every and any way I could have you, or any way you would have me.
Settling back now, every once in a while I will lift my breast to my lips, and slowly encircle the tiny nub with the softness of my lips. The moist tip of my tongue caresses it lovingly. Mouth parting, I blow the faintest of breath upon it, enough to make my body shudder. Letting it down now, I just stopped typing for a moment to tug roughly, firmly on both nipples, groaning as the contrast between the pain and pleasure suddenly hits me.
So light.. so hard and tough, I tingle, my entire body tingles. Why can't you feel this?
Along my body...as I close my eyes.. I imagine more of those lips, tongue, slipping down between my breasts..to my stomach and teasingly around my navel. "Yess.. mmmhmm deeper..go down further" I whisper.. And now my thighs are beginning to part slowly and hips push upwards in offering to the endless scene of your mouth running rampant through my mind.
Those tiny, rose coloured panties fully exposed to your view, as I imagine you would have chosen that colour and approve of them. Seeing the deliciously hidden the outline of my slit, begging and calling out for the attentions from your lips. I see you tease by thrusting your head closer and closer, your nose bumping my already quivering clit, and pulling away. That grin, that wicked grin.. why do you always do that to me. It is something I fear, but am so aroused by it. I can hear myself begging you for more and more, but to no avail, you always do what you want.
Will you lick me, tease me, nibble on me, or just make me cum roughly all over your face. All of these options are before you, and I am nothing but yours to control and to use. I am both your angel and slut, and you, my Avatar of unbridled lust.
I spread my legs now as my eyes open, letting them rest over both sides of my chair. My ass is lifted off of the cushion and I wiggle my hips just so, thrusting out for you even though you aren't there. My pulsating clit resting snugly against the fabric of those panties needing your mouth to rescue it, pleasure it.
"Pleasure me.." is all I can ask of you, and then it begins, you are there..and every move I make belongs to you.
I want you to know this is for you..but I can't tell you..I can just show you..how much I wish I could show you. This has to remain hidden and those thoughts accompany every other that flies through my head at a million miles an hour.
