I take my solace where I can when my need becomes too great to push aside. These implements of pleasure are mere imitations of what I really want. They scratch an itch, but never fully satisfy. The dark fantasy books attempt to divert my thoughts, but they only make me think of You when a particularly steamy passage is reminiscent of our scenes in the past.
Your hot breath on my neck as You lean down and tell me what a good girl I am for You. The slick of Your tongue as You taste every inch of me. The mementos that You leave on my skin with the nip of Your teeth. The animalistic rhythm that Your hips pound to as You fill me. Your hands as they hold, cradle, roam, and pin. The way that we become one, sweaty and breathless. The way You hold me as I fall asleep in Your arms, safe and loved.
I am waiting patiently for when we will be “us” again. Until then, I will make do with the toys and smut. But please know that they pale in comparison to You. 😘
