I lay in bed, I should be asleep, I have an important work meeting tomorrow, but there is something or should I say someone on my mind.
You.
I cannot forget the last date we had. The way you touched me and kissed me and teased me has been playing on my mind ever since. You did something incredible to me that night, my body can’t forget, and now I find myself craving you.
I think of you as I lay in my bed alone. I slide my fingers under the sheets to my knickers and am shocked at how wet they are. I gently rub the fabric against my clit. It feels nice.
I remember the way your fingers brushed against me and sigh, wishing you were in my bed right now.
I continue rubbing my knickers against my body, I notice I’m getting wetter. I feel my heart beat faster and bite my lip as I think about you.
Moving my wet panties to one side I gasp at how easy my fingers slip and slide over my now pulsing clit. I carefully move my fingers in a circular motion, enjoying the sensation, remembering your hands and your tongue and the erotic things you did to me. I want you.
I lift my fingers to my lips, remembering the time you went down on me then kissed me after so I could taste myself. Now, my fingers taste like your lips.
I hastily reach for my bedside drawer and rummage for my vibrator. The moment I grasp it I hurriedly switch it on, unable to wait, and slide it inside me. I grip the bed covers with my free hand letting out a loud sigh.
I remember you fucking me. Your cock inside me. I grind myself against my vibrator imagining that it is you. I picture your face, your body, your sweat, the things you said and the noises you made whilst you fucked me. I squeeze my legs together remembering when I squeezed them against your waist.
My pulse is racing, my breathing is fast, I turn up the vibrations, dreaming that I have you inside me as I reach the edge.
I gag myself with my arm to stifle my screams, remembering the window is open but I don’t care, I’m cumming, heavy waves of orgasm engulf my body, my wetness soaks my hand and the sheets. My body is pulsing.
I give a post orgasm shiver, struggling to regain my breath, it’s as if for the moment you are in the room with me. The memories are so intense and so real. I’m grateful I have plenty to savour and enjoy.
I close my eyes, a satisfied smile on my face. I will sleep well now and no doubt have dreams filled with debauchery. You, sir, are very, very memorable.