I woke up thinking of you again, can’t remember what I was dreaming but I was smiling.
You must have made me laugh.
Laughing and feeling the need to pinch my nipples so hard I gasped. Heat flooding through my pussy with that breathless surge I’m so addicted to.
Writhing on the bed, my legs tangling in the covers.
Nails scratching at my skin, my mouth twisting in a secret smile.
My body aches, needs, your artful fingers spurring erogenous responses.
I whispered your name as my pleasure over took me, limb shaking, pressure of sweet release. Slipping back to slumbers, the image of your face in my mind.
© Juliette Turrell