I want to see you, touch you.
If you let me within your reach, I’ll be good.
I can sit, wait for you eagerly in that outfit you like so much if you promise to give me a taste.
I’m even dressed up right now, sitting just where I should be, thinking about you and barely containing myself while you’re away. I should wait but I can’t, and I’m already writhing, the fabric of my clothes rubbing on me as I try to feel something, anything on me. Wishing for you to be inside me, fucking me hard.
In my mind, I imagine you taking my face, forcing me to look at you. I can have permission to touch myself, permission to satiate the burning ache between my legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, I guide one hand to my pussy and one to my chest, enjoying the feeling of fingers on my skin, wanting nothing more than your big, rough hands to grab, squeeze, pinch all over me to your heart’s content as I’m your willing plaything.
But you’re not here, and you don’t know what I’m doing… it’s ok if I just play with myself a little bit… if you never find out. It’s just me here, missing every part of you, slipping my fingers barely past my underwear so I can feel the slick heat and rub it into my skin. It feels so good, I can’t help but moan out loud.
Hopefully no one else can hear me, since the windows might be open. The worry doesn’t stop my breathing from becoming more heavy. The sticky wetness coats my fingers. I’m spreading it across them, over my skin, teasing like you would. I could orgasm just like this, simply playing with myself, only you mind. But that would be too quick, too easy.
I need your hands and your words, and I believe I can simulate it enough even if it’s not the same at all. But not that demanding tone, that deep voice.
I scratch lightly over the underwear in that spot where it feels so good, not entirely committing to letting myself feel good just yet. Wiggling just enough to feel the slight shift of fabric against me coupled with alternating light rubbing sends overwhelming pleasure through me. I tease myself again and again mercilessly, biting my lip imaging your hard cock and what I want it to do to me right this instant. I’m shuddering, feeling my heart racing, there’s only me and my dark necessity. I rock myself against my fingers, immediately pinching my nipples for the sudden euphoric pressure and sensitivity.
I’m definitely greedy, now panting and suddenly the pleasure is striking every nerve in my body as I shove three fingers tightly against my clothed hole, stimulating my entrance just barely, as if they will penetrate somehow.
I quickly pull my panties aside, touching my bare clit for the first time, once again, imagining your thick, coarse fingers against my soaked entrance. I can’t hold back the impatience any longer. Done playing with my tits, my other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing comfortably until my orgasm breaks me in my desperate unrelenting fantasy, letting out a final groan of pleasure as I sit in the mess I’ve surely made of my clothes and hand.
I’m definitely in trouble if he ever finds out.
And maybe that trouble is just what I’m looking for.
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Hello, this is my first go at this… let me know your thoughts! I’ll take any constructive criticism. Anyone else like Red Hot Chili Peppers? I might be interested in audio recordings if this turns out to be good. I was honestly inspired by another blogger on here.. haha. It’s good to see other people going for these hobbies :)
