Well, here I am in my bed, a bit dizzy from the THC and sweat pouring down in streaks all along my body. Every now and then I would feel the rare but delicate coolness of my breath flowing out of my nostrils, flying over my breasts, which makes the nipples harden from the unfamiliar breeze. My eyes feel heavy with longing and indefinable lust as I look lazily around my room. The moonlight shining through my window only illuminates certain objects because of the curtain limiting its reach. I appear ghost-like; my naked body tinged a different color, the shadows following close behind their heels and the quickening of my breathing only intensifies the emotions pouring out of me. I close my eyes to thoughts of our past conversations and just the sound of your name resonates in my ear, longingly and wantonly.
Even whilst writing this email, my actions wash over my mind, coating them with the activities that transpired in my room earlier. The longing dwelling in my ears is deafening and I am well aware of the fact that I am still very much aroused. My heart races as I take in the picture of you burned into the back of my head. I can practically smell the intoxicating pheromones rebounding from my body, flying at imperceptible speeds in all different directions. I swallow hard as I picture the scene of you in front of me; your lips curving into the erotic smile that's always indelibly on your face, your deep imploring eyes boring into me attempting to fish out any insecurities that linger and your body language describing you to me like an open book. My fingers involuntarily begin to dig into the sheets underneath me, wrinkling the fabric and further unraveling the impending scene.
I study you as your eyes roam all over my nude form, drinking in the image of me sprawled out in front of you. I suddenly feel as though you could possibly stay there forever, looking back at me as if you were beautiful marble statue. Just as those thoughts were beginning to come true, you suddenly sat up and inched closer to me, crawling painfully slowly and deliberately. My heart would be jumping out of my chest and the pressure built up within my lungs would be overwhelming, so I would immediately part my lips and exhale. My arms are glued to my sides because of the sweat and emotions adhering them together. I feel as though I might faint if I keep staring at your eyes that are driving me mad with passion. I clamped my eyes shut just as I felt the small hairs along my arm picking up from the static discharge of skin-to-skin contact. My stomach quivered slightly from the shocking feel of your fingertip. My breath caught in my throat as the tip of your finger-traced lines across my forearm.
I see nothing but darkness with my eyelids clamped tightly over my eyes. With sense of sight gone, the other four senses only heighten as you come in closer to me. The smell of you is distinct and intoxicating to me, as I become inebriated with one sniff. The feeling of your lone finger touching my skin sending shivers up my spine. The sound of my heartbeat pounding through my walls. The taste in my mouth filled with lust and tinged with an animalistic behavior. I feel my stomach caving in then inflating, over and over again as the soft fabric of your blouse tickles my navel. I feel the weight of the bed shift around me and I feel you part your legs above my hips, lean over me to reach the other side, gently plop back down and are now straddling my pelvic region. The moment your knees fell on either side of my hands, the fingers stretched over your soft, smooth skin of their own accord and caressed them. I feel your heat emitting from within you directly over my mound and I squeal from the contact. I know I don't have to open my eyes to see the Grinch-like smile on your face stretching from ear to ear. I can practically hear the sweet chuckle resonating from your throat as I know that you're in complete control of the situation – I am frozen stiff; of course, if you excuse the irregular heartbeat and the pawing action of my hands.
