I don't just want her to think of it, I want her to dream of me and me alone. To wake up sweaty and aching for me.
I hope she's untouched, that she has known no other touch than mine. That it will always be my hands on her body, when she tosses and turns in her narrow bed at night. That it's always going to be my mouth and my lips, licking her open and getting her ready. I think about her body shaking, how tight she might be around me when she comes. Around my tongue or my fingers or my cock.
What do you think about, Alina, when you touch yourself in the dark?
i think of hands that aren't my own. fantasies of how they got there and why they're touching me.
maybe we had snuck away from a dinner or the fete, so hurried that he'd just press me against the door of the first empty room we could find. i'd feel the hard line of his cock pressing between my legs, and i'd know that i did that. that it's because he wanted me. that we were in a ballroom full of people and he could only look at me, think of me.
he'd fall on his knees in front of me, push my gown out of the way, guide one of my legs over his shoulder just to put his mouth on me. that he'd make me come harder than i'd ever have on my own. how he'd lift me up like i was nothing, how his cock would stretch me like nothing else has before. that he'd tease me about being loud as he had me against a door, but i don't think he'd actually want me to be quiet.
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I hope she's untouched, that she has known no other touch than mine. That it will always be my hands on her body, when she tosses and turns in her narrow bed at night. That it's always going to be my mouth and my lips, licking her open and getting her ready. I think about her body shaking, how tight she might be around me when she comes. Around my tongue or my fingers or my cock.
What do you think about, Alina, when you touch yourself in the dark?
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maybe we had snuck away from a dinner or the fete, so hurried that he'd just press me against the door of the first empty room we could find. i'd feel the hard line of his cock pressing between my legs, and i'd know that i did that. that it's because he wanted me. that we were in a ballroom full of people and he could only look at me, think of me.
he'd fall on his knees in front of me, push my gown out of the way, guide one of my legs over his shoulder just to put his mouth on me.
that he'd make me come harder than i'd ever have on my own.
how he'd lift me up like i was nothing, how his cock would stretch me like nothing else has before.
that he'd tease me about being loud as he had me against a door, but i don't think he'd actually want me to be quiet.