Hey, you. :)
You with the pretty eyes and the sweet smile and the beautiful arms that make me weak in the knees. You, way over there where I can’t reach you.
I miss you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you today. You’re a pleasant distraction, but a distraction nonetheless.
There was nothing I could do at work, but as soon as I got home, I tried to get you out of my head.
I went upstairs, stripped off all my clothes, and got up on the bed on my knees. I closed my eyes and touched myself, imagining your hands instead of mine. I leaned against the headboard and imagined myself straddling your face while I teased my clit. I thought about how fucking good it felt to use your mouth the last time we were together. I imagined your tongue pushing deep inside me while I fucked myself with my fingers. When all of that wasn’t enough, I wrapped the satin blanket around your pillow and fucked it, grinding my hips against it until I came.
Unfortunately, orgasm isn’t exorcism — you’re still in my head.
I want you, I miss you, and as always, I’m thinking of you.