I still tremble at the thought of the orgasms from last time. Like echoes, tender aftershocks of pleasure are right here…now.
I want to be kissed like that again. I want you to nibble on my lips and explore me with your tongue. As a matter of fact, I want you to explore more of me with your tongue. I want to feel kissed up and down my spine.
I want to feel your tongue on the bottom of my foot. I want to feel my toe in your mouth and I promise I will cum when you suck and nibble on me.
I want to tease and please you. I want you naked. I want to taste you in every way. I love exploring your body with my tongue. I love your stubble. I love when you tremble and moan under my spell.
I want to feel your strong arms around me and your hands on my skin. I want to lay down next to you and feel your body wind itself around me. I want your legs around me. I want to press my body against yours and lose myself in how good it feels.
I know how fucking fun it will be next time we are together. We have no obligation to each other, no promises, no broken promises.
I am having the best sex of my life and most of it is without you. I have fantastic cyber sex texting with men and pretending they are you. I think of being with you while in the tub and you are there, looking into my eyes, massaging my foot resting between your legs.
Even writing about it makes my body respond as if you are here touching me right now and that is super exciting.
The more I get, the more I want. I can’t wait til next time. I tremble at the thought of our next fantasy date.
Shivering in anticipation,