Really Real

The first time I touched myself thinking of him, I hid the evidence even from myself, the silkiness of my desire lingered on my fingertips till I licked them, his eyes stared me down from behind my lids. I chuckled thinking about how naughty I had just been, and he never knew, till now.

My nipples were hard and my breasts were soft handfuls of added pleasure. I remember thinking of his lips as I tweaked and grabbed each one. I whispered his name as my fingers slipped  inside my core, I groaned as the envy of my lust for him took hold. He had no idea all the dirty words I cried as my body shook under his image.

The truth is I would pretend my touch was his, pretend my whispers were his, and I made love to him before his hands ever reached my body, I fucked him before his eyes ever saw the entirety of my flesh.

and as my drenched fingers filled my mouth, I pretended it was his cum that filled my taste buds with flavor. I cried out, begging him, “Please Daddy please.” Before he ever heard those words fall from my lips,

and as I hide under the covers blushed and transfused with his image, with his spirit, with him, I whispered my love for him in heated bliss, touched my throbbing clit, and went for round two.