about the time that you called me late
night. I was giddy from wine, and
you whispered into my ear that you
wanted me to fuck myself for you.
I felt so shy. I didn't really trust you,
but everything in my body screamed out to please
you. The screams overtook the mistrust, and as
I listened to you speak, I fought the feeling of falling
to no avail . Something about your voice, your words,
the things you say, make me feel like a child, almost scolded and naughty, but protected and safe. I kept my eyes closed this morning, the silence of the dawn engulfing me, only hearing your voice inside of my head. I imagined you were here, watching me. I threw the covers from over my body, and pulled my nightgown up, exposing my pussy, reaching my fingers down to feel the wetness that comes so instantly whenever I think of you. You told me to get my toys, that you wanted to watch, and as always, I obeyed. So I held the small bullet against my clit, my hips writhing underneath the feeling of the vibrations rushing through the top of my pussy, as I slipped my dildo inside. You were whispering in my ear then, telling me to cum for you, and I moaned out with pleasure, as my hand moved rapidly in and out. There is no heat that is more settling and excrutiating as orgasm, no heat more wanted and longed for, and you grabbed my throat as the heat filled my thighs, kissing my mouth as I came. I have never before felt so one with someone that I am not touching. I love our early morning sex.