Message in a Bottle #4

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy

Tonight I feel you next to me. Although you are miles and ages away, my mind and body experience you without the limitations of time and space. 

I allow myself to remember and sink into the breathless excitement inspired by your touches and attention. I find my hand slowly caressing the velvet softness at the edges of my chest. Are you willing me on, a kind of possession, urging my hand to skim over all the soft parts of me? 

I imagine you whispering, “I want to see you pleasure yourself.” Can almost feel your hand press over mine as my fingertips move lower and lower. In a sudden blush of shyness, I pause–unsure of myself–and close my eyes. Your lips caress my cheek, and your hand encourages mine back into its delicious descent. I give over to you entirely now, eager to fulfill your desires.

My thighs spread at memories of your knees forcing them wider apart. Demanding pressure applied in mimicry of those dominant thick fingers that drove me wild. Dripping wet and moaning, I invade my opening’s edge, stretching flesh and brushing against that inner ridge. Needing more, I grip my own neck until my breath comes out harsh from the pressure. 

“Did I scare you? On a scale of one to ten,” you had once asked me.

“Five.” 

“Were you aroused? Same scale.”

“Ten,” I responded, heart pounding at the intimacy of your questions. 

My body erupts as it relives the heightened arousal inside this and every other memory of you claiming my body over and over. 

Can you see me, half exposed on dark sheets, hair wild from my thrashing as one hand squeezes my throat and the other teases the wetness that we made? 

Is your heart racing too?