all-i-need-are-my-words:
She waits…
Remembering the touch of her lovers hands, running course over her skin. The way his tongue liked to play around the edge of her earlobes. The way his breath felt, beating hot on her neck. How he telegraphed his intent with the way his eyes shifted over her body. He might look at her breast, then lick his lips. Or gaze at her ass, hands grabbing at her fleshy cheeks. Or…her favorite treat, his eyes on hers…as he brings himself deep inside her.
And so, she waits…
And wonders…
When…
