I’m lying here, lying here again, alone, on another night without you. *****, what am I doing?

I can picture you here with me, your lips, your neck, everything — every sliver of your body that you and all who look at you take for granted — I imagine and cherish.

I can imagine you above me now, the first sensation of your mouth on mine, the moistness of your tongue gently teasing my lips apart. I feel the warmth of your sighs on my face, hear your confidence even in your breaths. Your hands move deftly over my entire body, deliberately and instinctively at the same time.

After all this time, you have no idea what you do to me, how I drown in every light graze of your fingers, how I am yours all over again. Your mouth is leaving mine now, moving down my body, licking gently down and across the nape of my neck, etching the simple promise of even more pleasure to come. My ***** receive your attention next, and you course over them with your tongue gently outlining their shape and then resting artfully in the middle of one of them. You feel my nipple grow hard under your lips, and you take it into your mouth, sucking it gently while teasing it with your tongue. My back arches to meet your mouth now, and I my hands run through the curls of your hair, pressing your shoulders, your neck, you, everything you closer to me. Your tongue becomes more forceful, pressing into the soft skin of my nipple while your lips suck harder, harder in response to the demands of my fingers on your back.

My body is already instinctively ***** you, imagining ***** you even as the act is preparing to commence. My hips rock slightly, my entire body bends to take you against me, to feel the warmth of you against the warmth of me. God, what will you do to me now…