When I think about you

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Sometimes, at night time, when it's so quiet, and I'm curled up in bed, I think of you. I have a pillow in front of me, I have a pillow behind me, I have one between my legs that my hips grind against, and I have the pillow under my head, thankfully cool against my cheek, as my body temperature rises, with lurid thoughts of you, and what you'd do to me, what I'd want you to do to me, if you were there with me. The smallest of breezes from the fan in my room keeps the air moving round, and I think of what that would feel like, against the slick sweat on my skin, left from you making me calm so many times, over again, and over again, milking my sighs, draining me, until there's nothing left but shaking body, empty head, no words, panting, heaving chest, sucking in air, clit tingling, throbbing, legs numb, filled every hole, all for you, all with you, sometimes I think of what you would taste like, with me on your lips, and I wonder if I can taste anything close to it, when I take my fingers, after fucking myself, and wishing it was you, and sucking on them, I savour my own flavour, and imagine a rich saltiness, of your lips, underneath my nectar, I imagine what it's like to suck on your bottom lip, playfully nibble at it, little bites, make you suck in breath when you realise, just how fucking playful a mood I'm in, I imagine your fingers digging into my behind and my hips, I imagine wrapping my legs around you, I imagine my fingertips running through your hair, I imagine what you smell like, what you feel like, what you sound like, right up against my ear, crunching, ah, it makes me cum so fucking hard, when I think about you.