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…
I like to think of you sitting in your important meetings, focused on multimillion-dollar accounts and suddenly being distracted by little ol’ me, wondering about my lips on you. Will I be a good girl and kiss you sweetly and modestly or will I kiss you in places that will make you lose your ability to speak in coherent sentences?
I sit here and wonder…
Do you crave me? Do you wish to feel my soft skin as you wrap your body around me, owning me? Do u get hard at thinking I will be yours to teach me every little piece of sin your mind can conjure? To lift away any remaining innocence from my psyche, branding me with your almost depraved need for my feminity?
Do your pants get uncomfortably tight imagining my eyes, lightened with mischief as I touch my body for you, tantalizing you, daring you to lose your sanity and soothe your thirst between my legs?
Yes, I daydream of you. My faceless fantasy. I cum to the sound of your voice as you command me to bend to your wicked pleasure. It is your name my walls echo as my body drips w endless streams of flowing pleasure, branding the dream version of you with my desire
I daydream of you. I crave you with a need that aches inside my body and begs for the blessing of your release. Am I inside the hidden corners of your mind, assaulting you with desire like you’ve never known?
I daydream that you do, as my eyes close and my hands wander to the very place that yearns for you.
Holy shit. I don’t know who you are and I presume that was by design, but I do have to say, you have a gift as a writer. That was a really hot piece. Thank you.