Whispers in the Dark

Transcript

Hey. I don't know if I'll ever send this to you. It's the middle of the night and it's quiet now. You know that kind of quiet that makes you notice your own breath, the way it fills your chest, slow and steady, before slipping out again.

I like this time of night when the world finally stops asking for things. No messages, no noise, just me and thoughts of you. I always wonder, do you think about me in these hours, when you're on your own and nobody's watching, when no one needs you to perform or do anything? Do your thoughts drift to me? Mine drift to you?

They drift to what it would be like to have your fingertips caress my skin. You see, the dark like this invites me to be honest. Honest about what I dream about, honest about what I think about. I don't think I'd be able to record this in the light of the day.

If I ever give this to you, know that I am being completely open and honest with you. I think about your kisses, the way they would trowel down my neck, the way the warmth of you would heat my back as your chest pressed against it, how your fingertips would wander down my arms, maybe twin your fingers with mine.

I think about nuzzling back against you, the fraction of a movement of my body just brushing against yours, back and forth because I can't help myself and stay still. And right now, in the middle of the night, I can't stay still either. The sheets feel soft and cool against my skin, the breeze from the night air coming through the window caress me like I wish you would.

Huck, I want you, if that's not clear already. I want to feel what it's like to have your bare chest against my bare back. To feel your hands slide around my ribs to my stomach. To feel you pull me tight against you like I could never let go or get away, not that I want to. Possessive arms, possessive kisses, growls, murmurs and compliments in my ear.

To feel your fingertips in your hands caress and then cup my breasts. To need them, to play with them, to pluck my nipples. To feel my arse cradled in your hips. To feel the hardness of you. To know that I did that, that I turned you on, that you want me the way I want you.

But this isn't real, and these are just whispers in the dark, and I wish they were. I wish your hand would slide up into my hair and grip. Pull my head to the side to give you greater access to my throat. For your kisses, for your bites and your teeth marks, for your nibbles and your sucking and your caressing the sting with your tongue.

To know that you would drink in all of the sounds I made because you made me make them. To feel you get turned on not just because of my body against yours and my skin under your fingertips, but my voice, my sounds in your ear. Pushing you for more, to need more, to take more, to want more.

And I am yours for the fucking taking, I really am. And as I lay in the dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight through the window, my fingertips caress my skin. But it's not enough, it's not you. I want more. I want to feel you lose your patience step-by-step until the soft gives way to the hard and the needy.

Until you spin me around and press me to the wall. Until your mouth is around my nipples and sucking them into your mouth. Now you're pulling my fucking soul. Jesus fuck. Do you think about that? Do you think about what my skin would taste like? How my nipples would feel in your mouth with your teeth around them pulling?

The groans and the moans and the noises and the sounds and the appreciation that comes from my mouth that just slips out because I can't keep it in. I am wet and dripping for your touch, for your tongue, for your cock. If you're listening to this, if I sent this to you, are you stroking your cock right now?

Are you imagining picking me up, wrapping my legs around your waist and taking me to the nearest surface or bed? Of having enough of waiting and caressing and teasing that you put me down on the bed, spread me wide, rip those panties, push everything out of your way and run your cock through the wetness of my slit, my pussy just dripping all over you.

I want to feel, I want to feel, I want to feel, I feel too much but I want to feel my hips cradling yours as you push your cock inch by inch inside of me till you catch my back of my thighs across your forearms and push them back until I feel the weight of you pushing me into the position you want me taking what you need, taking what you want, burying your face in my tits and sucking and nibbling and marking.

Are you pushing my legs back further so you can lean down and kiss me, fuck my mouth with your tongue, the taste of me on you? Please, please, please stroke your cock while I stroke my pussy. I want to know that somewhere out there in the dark you're thinking about me, you can't sleep, thoughts of me, of my body, of what you will do to me, of what you need from me, everything that I would give you, everything that I would surrender, everything that I want to give you, that I want you to take from me because I want to be yours.

I want your growls of possession, I want your growls as you come, as you fill me. Oh, shit, fuck, oh, oh, mm, mm, no, I need, I need, I need, I need you to come thinking about me, please come thinking about me. Oh, mmm, and all I'm doing is whispering to the dark, and I may never send this to you, but maybe I will, maybe one day I'll have had enough of dreaming and I want it to be, I want it to be real, I want to see if this can come to pass.

I want to know if it was possible, fuck, I want to know if you think about me the way I think about you, fuck, fuck, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, oh, god, oh, fuck, ha, ha, ha, hmm, hmm? Fuck you! Oh, oh, oh, mm, mm, hmm, oh, oh, oh, oh, mm, hmm Kia? When the world is finally still, do you think about me? Do you whisper to me in the dark? Do you want me like I want you?