Maybe if I write it here, I’ll stop thinking about it.
Me: “I know it’s your birthday. But can I tell you what I want? I want your arms wrapped around my waist as you pull deeper inside me.”
Well, that was about as cringe as I thought it would be. What the hell am I supposed to expect he replies back to that?
The truth is, I do want your arms around my waist pulling you deep inside me. I want to kiss you and tease you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to feel you inside me again. You told me last time I felt fucking incredible. Something you probably didn’t even realize you said, but something that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. I want you to tell me to come over and to let me know you haven’t been able to get me out of your head. That you don’t know how to go about this. But this is the best you’ve ever had. Tell me what you tell so few others. What makes you tangled with desire? What pushes you to your edge? How do you want me? Tell me. Touch me everywhere. Make me tingle. Everywhere. Cut your hands around my breasts. Brush some gently over my nipples to make them hard. Just like you did the last time. Did you realize the effect you were having on me?
I thought the orgasms would help release some of this. I think I had about a dozen this morning with my magic wand. Some to porn, some to music fantasizing about you, some to just the quiet that surrounded me. But I still can’t stop thinking about it. About you.
Right now I feel so tempted and set on texting him tomorrow. At the thought of maybe getting to go see him. Not for anything other than just fucking him. And my God, do I want to fuck him. I have to have him inside me. It’s consuming all of my thoughts.
So I’ll go back to something you texted me a few weeks ago.
You: “ I’ll feed you a bit so you’re not starving though.
You’re a great kisser. You’ve got a stupid hot body that I couldn’t stop thinking about at work today and I like the way you responded to me in the moment. You were fun.”
I had three sips of a gin tonic when you sent that and as soon as I read it, I melted into the couch. I didn’t realize how much I have been craving hearing something like that. Do you realize how much you’re teasing me? Do you relish in it?
Me: “ I know it’s your birthday. But can I tell you what I want? Every. Single. Inch.”