I try distracting my mind with mundane tasks
Throughout the day.
My thoughts find their way
Back to you.
The rise and fall of my chest
As I take a deep breath
Reminds me of how I like to
Slow grind up and down
On your throne.
I blink away naughty thoughts as
I feel my nipples rub gently against my blouse.
This arousal takes me from my desk
To a place where my body is covered
In wet kisses
And your tongue is writing love letters
Between my thighs.
I try fanning away the temptation
Of teasing myself by messaging you.
I’ve already spent my lunch break
Touching myself in the restroom
Because the memories have left my panties
Wet from just the thought of doing dirty
Things to you…
On my desk, in the car, anywhere our imagination allows…
My body betrays me
In the moments I need to focus.
All I can think about is me on top
Those lips kissing me in sacred places.
Those hands gripping me tightly.
The heavy tone of your whisper
As you talk me through each phase of pleasure.
The depth and rhythm of your stroke
I find intoxicating enough
To never want rehab.
But most importantly
I can’t stop thinking of what your eyes say
When you look deeply into my soul.
You pierce my inner walls;
You feel like home.
You are more than just a thrill.
An intoxicating pleasurable experience.
You are my safe space
Where I feel natural, uninhibited
And well understood and