Oh, you're home now. Do you remember how much fun you had teasing me while I was at work
this afternoon? Oh, I'm sure you do. All those texts about what you wanted to do to me when
I got home and that voice message. Fuck. That message where you made me remember all the
dirty things that we did last night. Oh, you definitely didn't play fair. That was such
a sweet bit of torture. I was turned down all day. I wanted you so much. And I just
couldn't have you. And you thought you had the last laugh. And I was just gonna melt
at your feet when you came home. Oh, but that's not how we're gonna play this. No. I want
you to suffer as much as I did earlier. So until I come, you can look but you can't touch.
And that means me and yourself. That groan was perfection. That's exactly what I wanted
to hear. Luckily for you, you did such a good job earlier warming me up. I'm so ready to
come for you. I'm sure you can tell I got started without you. Oh, I'm not gonna lie.
I may have been a bad girl and snuck off to the bathroom while I was at work so I could
touch myself while I read those messages you sent me. I had to make sure no one heard me
moaning. But I didn't let myself come. I got so close and I was listening to that message.
I bit my lips so hard. Even that felt so good. So I've been ready for this all day. I want
to paint you a mental picture while you watch me do this. While you watch my hands do all
the things I know you want to do. So just imagine my needy breaths against your neck.
My plaintiff whispers in your ear, telling you everything I want you to do to me. Maybe
I'd just let one of my hands slide down your chest towards your already straining cock
and just stroke it gently through your pants. I can already hear you moaning at the thought.
I coax you over to the couch and lay down my back, much like I am now, and let you kiss
me all over. Oh, those sweet, dirty kisses that promise so much more. You'd spend so
much time on my nipples. Swirling your tongue around them and letting your teeth nibble
one bite. I'd like to feel that. But I guess my fingers are gonna have to do it right now.
It just makes me wish you could do it more. I can tell you want to, but you'll have to
wait for that. Back to the fantasy. You'd mark your way down my belly, kissing me softly
and letting your fingers slide down my body with light, feathery caresses. I'm so wet
right now. The thought of your hot breath on my thighs and your hair between my fingers
turns me on so much. Just imagine how good I'd taste against your lips. I can almost
feel the teasing kisses up and down my thighs, and you getting so tantalizingly close to
where I really, really want you to be. And I want it so badly. And you just won't give
me the satisfaction. That sounds familiar, doesn't it? And my back would be arching like
it is now. And just when I think I can't take it any longer, I feel your face, your heat
next to me, and suddenly your tongue swirls around my clit, and I fucking buck my hips
because I need that. I need that wave of pleasure. I'd be such a greedy little plaything for
you. I'd grind your face against me and beg you not to stop, and you'd be more than willing
to oblige, and you wouldn't be gentle either. No, no, you'd be ravenous. And your tongue,
oh god, oh, your tongue would glide across my flesh. You're so good at it too. Every
time it gets a little too intense, you know, to ease off, just enough to keep me on that
edge. And sometimes, you push me past the limit, just to watch me squirm and gasp before
you let me catch my breath. You know how to press each of my buttons and how much that
drives me wild. I taste so good, but you do know what you're missing, don't you? I can
tell your mouth is watering at the thought. I'd ask if you want to lick my fingers, but
you can't yet. All good things come to those who wait. My little cunt is so tight around
my fingers, and while they feel good, it's not you. It's not your cock. Oh god, I want
your cock. But you have to wait like you made me wait and watch me enjoy myself without
you. Soon. You want me to come for you. You want to watch me get to the point where I
just can't hold on any longer, and become a whimpering ball of need. I know I could
try to edge, but you don't want that. No. You want to hear me explode in my fingers.
And I haven't even touched my clit yet. It's fucking throbbing. It's been begging for
attention since I started. I'm so close. It will only take a little stimulation to push
me over the edge. Do you want to see me do that for you? Do you want me to rub my clit?
You do, don't you? Fuck. I don't think I can hold on as much as I like to prolong this.
Just to tease you. I'm gonna come. I made such a mess, but it was so worth it after
that orgasm. I'm ready for so much more. And you certainly look like you're more than
ready yourself. I think we've waited long enough, don't you? So taste me, fuck me,
fuck me. For me.