Daydreaming

I like to imagine you, at your desk trying to work and being hard for me.

That as you are pounding away on your keyboard, an image of me laying out spread open in front of you crosses your mind, and for you to imagine pounding into me, until I am left breathless with little strobes of pleasure flowing between my legs, reminding you that you own my very soul.

You think of the noises I will make. Would I scratch your back as you fill me with your manhood? Will I whisper in your ear ‘harder’ or would I demand it as I ground my hips against you, like a starved kitten being denied her milk? What surprises lay hidden on my body, impatient for the hunter inside you to discover them? Your mind floating away with the possibilities…