Things You Do to Me

I got your email today. The thoughts that raced through my mind, the images of you and me. Imagining your hands on my body. Grabbing my tits, tweaking my nipples. As I think of you, and what you do to me my pussy grows wet. My body yearns and aches for your touch. My hands start to roam my body. How I wish it was you here touching me, caressing me.

My hands touch everywhere that I want your hands to touch. Sliding over my soft breasts, my stomach, down between my legs. Rubbing my clit, sliding one finger in slowly into my hot cunt. Then adding a second finger, continuing to build tempo as I finger fuck myself. Wishing that it was you here baby, fucking me the way I need to be fucked.

I add a third finger and feel myself stretch around the third finger. I need you here with me so badly baby. I want you. Touching myself isn't the same as you touching me. I need you baby. I want you. I continue to pleasure myself feeling myself draw close to my orgasm. Feeling my pussy tighten on my fingers, my juices flowing freely around my fingers. Letting wave after wave rush over me, wishing you were here to watch this. My moans loud and echoing off the walls in this barren room. Again, wishing you were here with me to share in my pleasure...