“Ding, Ding”
My nipples harden. My pussy aches.
It’s him.
I have never felt his touch. He has never kissed my lips. I have only ever seen his words on my screen, and yet, he is the sexiest man I have ever known.
His prose escalates me to pleasure with more skill than any man who has lain in my bed.
He writes of his desire to touch me and lick me, then to fill me and fuck me, until my body swims in waves of orgasmic decadence.
Words of gratitude and salutations, then the long wait till tomorrow.
