I thought of you

I thought of you coming home from Norway. I imagined how you'd feel in my arms, smelling of herbal pot and wheat grass. How your hand would lightly graze my ass in mistake and I'd feel myself get wet. Your leg pushing itself into my clit as my dress would hike higher. How we'd chuckle over the awkwardness of it all.

 I thought of you and me stuck in a movie theater and what I'd do to you. I'd circle my fingers around your cock, tugging on your head. How your hand would at first resist mine before giving in and pull it out. And in that darkened theater room, I'd hike up my dress and ever so calmly, rise out of my seat and straddle you in the dark. Biting your lip, your ear as my fingers travel downward, searching for you.

I want your head in between my legs. That's the image that's been popping in my head.

Just your face buried into my pussy.




And I gave up having sex for this.