Sleep evades me as my obsessive need for you consumes my every thought. I lie awake wondering if you're thinking about me, about us, about things you want to do to me.

Are you hard for me? Does the thought of my glistening pink pussy leave you aching to be inside me?

My arousal is piqued; your gradual, subtle seduction has left me longing for your hands and tongue, and the decadent way my body responds to both as they enjoy me.

Touching.

Tasting.

Making me quiver.

Sadly, in this empty bed tonight, you exist only in my mind’s eye.