I have just masturbated magnificently.

It was glorious, and I can still feel the light nerve twitches of your vagina and the heavy throbs of your clitoris and womb.

I have just spoken to you, and this is what you do to me.

Chicane's Saltwater was playing in my mind as I got up and went and lay on my bed....

Already I can feel the Hunger rise in my body, and I am preparing myself mentally for you. I know you aren't far away.

The sunlight on my skin is warm and heavy, and I think it the heat from your body. I feel it's warm breath on my chest and across my nipples. I imagine your fingers rolling my nipples and pulling them. Roll and lift. The warmth of your mouth tasting its way down the side of my breast along the line of the armpit and up the fineskin of my arm.

The weight is of your body's imprint on me. Your hips pinning me to the bed. The crush of your groin. I feel your erection between my legs. Where they join. So close. Just touching me... sliding over me... there... lightly the tip parts me, but doesn't fully enter. It parts and slides... only just entering me... sheathing only your glans... so wet... musky....

My legs open of their own accord and my hips roll forwards. My left hand's fingers part my labia and my right hand's fingers trace my vulva. Sure as a lover's touch, confident with my inner sacred knowledge.

I feel so very beautiful.
I feel so very Woman.

I am the raw, primal feminine... hungry and glorious and so ALIVE. My Goddess is splendid and sure. She is sexual confidence and does not hate Time's harsh markings upon her- they are Her marks of passage. I glory in my Woman-ness. Whore. Goddess. Maid, Mother, Crone. I feel the surge of Her energy through my body and my blood sings.

My left fingers have opened me fully and the right circle over and around my clitoris. I can feel the engorging of my labia as they fill and redden. I can see you between my legs, watching me do this. I can feel your presence pulling at my cunt.

My hips tilt upwards as I imagine one hand rolling and massaging my clitoris whilst the other's fingers trace lines over my opening and labia. I imagine your doing this and layer it with the thought of being fucked and masturbating at the same time. So hedonistic a thought.

The thump of your hips hitting mine... the way my knees are up and I am opening myself for you as my hips grind and reach for you. Fingers feeling you slide in and out of me. Opening myself further so as to feel more of your heat.

I relax my clenched muscles and FEEL. The pulses of pleasure change notes and I mentally trace their pathways through my body. You are playing these lines with your body, watching me writhe. It is you that is sliding your length over my wetness and making me want to beg for you.

I close my fingers so as my labia squeeze through them and my clitoris stands proud. The sensation of my touch sliding over them- so blood rich and hyper-sensate, is that of a tongue and warm breath. Long, wet strokes. The pull of your lips and their firm wetness. The tongue licking and flicking the proudflesh of my arousal. The thought of your sucking my engorged labia into your warm, wet mouth. My clitoris climbs to meet the touch of my fingerpads. I roll its shaft in my left fingertips through my labia whilst my right first and second fingerpads slide back and forth over its very tip. So ALIVE.

My nipples are taut with desire. I want your mouth on them- sucking and biting. Your teeth pull on them whilst your tongue dances over their hardflesh. Your fingers twist and pull them.

Your scent fills my mind.

My right fingers slide through the cleft of my labia and I open myself again whilst pressing and massaging my sweetspot under my clitoris.

Round and round, there!
Ah!
Yes!
Aaahhh

This is what you do to me.

My fantasy is so intense it is almost physical. I can feel you near me.

I see you between my splayed legs, my feet resting on your hips and I watch you masturbate whilst I masturbate for you. I see you getting closer. I feel the enveloping pressure of your aura washing over me.

I feel your fingers massaging and exploring my wet heat whilst your glans teases my labia.

I feel your wet warm tongue licking me in long strokes.

I feel you sucking on my labia and clitoris, sliding them in and out of your mouth.

I feel you almost fucking me. Teasing my pulsing entry.

I feel your weight.

I FEEL...

Ahahahahaaaahhhhhh

Moooorrrrreeee

Yesssssssss

My hips buck and lift to meet my fantasy as my fingers grind their erotic story onto my heat. I feel myself pulse in masturbatory orgasm- so different, so good.

I lay clenching the fantasy of your flesh moving inside me and your hips and legs on me. Scenting the taste and feel of your skin. I have fucked you thoroughly and tasted you and drained you and my womb pulses.
I realise I am craving our wet musky stickiness. The weight of our sweat on my skin.

Slowly my body relaxes as the glow take over. My heart is hammering in my chest, my nipples ache, and I want more. Slowly I wander my fingertips over myself, drinking in my fuck-scent and draining myself of the delicious final sensations of my orgasm.

Unsatiated satiation.

I am typing this and I can smell my musk, taste it on my lips, and feel it slowly moistening the juncture of my body.

I am panting, thinking of you reading this.

This is what you do to me.