I’m Aching For Your Touch
By Wicked Wench for ‘Samarel Eros’
I woke this morning, restless and aching, knowing that I had not slept well. Thoughts of you, of us, ran through my brain all evening, leaving me aching for your touch. I crawled out of bed and turned on the shower, determined to steam the loneliness out of my body, before heading to work on this cold, rainy morning.
I enter the shower, feeling the heat of the water like a lover’s caress over my naked, pulsing body. The water cascades over me, running through my hair, down my neck, over my shoulders, and beading on my breasts. At first, I run a hand over my breasts to sluice off the water, but as I shower, my thoughts stray erotically to you~ your voice, your touch, the promise of unrestrained passion in your eyes every time you turn your wicked gaze upon me.
My hand circles my nipples softly at first. Both nipples spring to attention like two eager sentries, seeking an assignment. As they peak, I imagine you kneeling at my feet, your hands and palms cupping my breasts while your tongue laves my navel. My fingers grasp my nipples and tug gently, but then with increasing urgency, twisting and turning as I imagine the feel of your teeth upon them.
My other hand, seeking a task, runs over my hip, then slides to part my lips, fingers caressing my clit. I begin to stroke…
