In the quiet of the evening is when I seem to think about you the most. The sweetness in your laugh, the coyness in your smile. Chills run through me at the mere thought of you.Â
I can’t be with you physically but I can be in my mind. My hands work as well as yours. (Almost) Looks like it’s time to open the box.Â
First and favorite item is the leather collar with clamps. I pull the soft leather against my throat. I pull it tight, then a little bit more, hovering on the edge of being choked. The clamps come next. Tweaking my nipples to get them erect. The soft tender skin reddens as the clamp tightens. The pain sends a shock wave through my body and straight to my clit.
My hand follows the wave, middle finger tip lands directly on my quivering clitoris. In a slow clockwise motion I gently rub myself, wishing it was your tongue on me. My back begins to arch, my body filled with pleasure.Â
My nipples burn to the point of almost being numb. I twist the clamp to heighten the sensation. My pussy is dripping wet. Oh how I wish it were you. I love how you are tender and sweet but also a force to be reckoned with. The endless possibilities of sexual ecstasy with you excite me like nothing else.Â
Will we be slow and sensual? Or we be wild and rough. My cunt is yours for the taking however you choose.Â
Anticipation has built up and I’m ready to cum. My little bullet will finish me off. What I really want is you inside me. Your fingers, your face, your mobile member strapped in so you can fuck me like only you can. Mmm the rhythmic pounding against my pussy, your tits dancing to the song of sheer bliss. The memory and fantasy and the vibrations take me to the edge and throw me right over.Â
Cries of pure pleasure leave my mouth. I beg for more, then reality sets in and I realize you’re not here. My legs are quivering, my clit is pulsing, my nipples are numb. Almost perfect sensations. You may not be here, but baby it’s all for you.