All I can think about right now is her.

I think about how she’d taste if she was here with me, of sliding my fingers inside of her, of hearing laugh, then moan, and then squeal, of seeing her smile, and of seeing her lips wrapped around my hard cock, and then when I can’t take any more, of throwing her down and pinning her as I take her. It’s driving me to the edge just thinking about it without even touching myself. I’m just grinding against my bed thinking about what an animal I’d turn into if she was able to be here with me tonight. I’m not going to touch myself or go over the edge, I just hope that as we both sleep in different cities, both on the edge of going over, that we can make some sort of connection in our dreams.