Late Night Yearning

I just wanted what I've been waiting for. I wanted my folds to be invaded by your callused, hard-working hands. Admire my genes naked of my jeans.

Tease my "on" button, baby. Talk that taboo shit that we silently think in public. I want to hear it. It makes me wet. And encourage my fervor. My skin is damp with sweat.

Feel every curve of me; you can thank my mama later. Right now, my sense of touch is magnified. All cells awakened and exposed. My moans escape having a notion of their own. I couldn't contain it if I tried. The calm before the storm is so intoxicating that I just might cry.

I want you to fill me, feel me. My lower mouth salivating, yet my mouth is dry. My breath comes out in shudders. We say "fuck the covers" because all we want on this bed is each other.

"Fuck me!"

You heard right. No, I didn't stutter. But you tease. I'm pleased, but I want more. Let my cries be symphonic in this score. Your fingers invade the space your dick should be. My G-spot warns me. My clit throbs uncontrollably. I feel like I've got to pee.

My eyes shoot open and I realize it's all me. Yeah, you've fucked me in my dreams.