thursday's edition

the heat of a summer afternoon, fan oscillating at my feet, hands down my pants as the warm rays of sun filter in through the open window. i close my eyes and i picture you beneath me, here on this bed. sweat covered body, i taste the salt of my skin as i lick my lips with anticipation and ride my middle finger, imaging it's yours. i feel your body pressed against mine, hands under my clothes, touching my skin, getting me off. feeling your hot breath on my neck, my hips begin to rise and fall and i let out a moan and my body aches for you. i talk as if you are here. i tell you all the things i want to tell you when your hand is down my pants and your mouth is on my mouth and your tongue finds my tongue. i whisper sweet nothings of how i want to fuck you, all the while riding your sweet middle finger til i call out your name and i cum...