Embracing my chaotic thoughts and asking for opinions…..

Irrational. 

Unreal.

Yet someone I hardly know creeps into my thoughts and makes me want things, makes me long for them.  I think of hands on my body, breath hot on my neck as he whispers to me, “Be a good girl and open for me.”  I feel moisture gather between my legs and wish his fingers were there teasing, playing, owning.  I am ready to submit, be used, please….but then be held, cherished, and praised.  Warm thoughts on this cold night.