Thinking of You (Overheated Edition)

It's so damn hot that my hair is merely damp after my shower. My body draped over my bed- limbs falling off the edges- like a discarded towel. Face down, I cradle my head against my arms. The fan moves the heavy air, now cool, now caressing my skin. Blowing my thoughts from the long day.

I let myself drift.

Thinking of you ...

My hand slips between my body and the quilt. Sliding down between my open thighs, where the humidity seems to have gathered.

My fingers mush my pussy lips together. Pushing hard together, putting out from my body.

Thinking of your tongue, hands, lips ...

Rubbing my palm, flat against the soft mound. Slow circles. Fast circles. I am slowly crazed just by the thought, by desire.

Thinking of your breath, your voice, your body heavy over mine ...

My fingers slid into the shallow, slick folds. Tracing the treasure within. Spreading the wet desire. My breath comes out in gasps. My hips lift, meeting my imagination.

Thinking of you hard inside, slipping, sliding, taking, giving ...

I let my slick fingers meet the hard nub of my clit. Swirling around, teasing myself. Dipping into the seemingly endless well of desire.

Thinking of you exploding, taking me higher, so close now ...

One finger. Two. It's not the same. I thrust them in anyway. Pushing, pulling my clit. Pushing my body right over the brink. I think I may have screamed. The release, the frustration of not quite enough.

Thinking of you ... here alone, by myself. I close my eyes and pretend to curl with you. Sharing the sweet afterglow.

Thinking of you I can count the hours until I see you again ...

Thoughts

I think you know who you are. If you don't, look again.

I do think of you a lot. I wonder how it would feel to kiss you. Warm, hot, wet. What would your tongue taste like in my mouth, my tongue in yours. What your skin would feel like under my fingers. What it would taste like under my tongue. What would you feel like over me, beside me, in me.

Wondering, dreaming, fantasizing of you. It's one of my guilty pleasures.

I hope that answers the question.

I have a thing for violet blue

I ducked into the nearest open office. My headphones were on loud. Violet Blue's voice poured into my ears as I listened to her podcast, "Open Source Sex." I thought about taking a break. I thought about sliding my hands into my pants and easing some of frustration building between my legs.

Outside of the office I saw a light turn on, so I stepped out. I brushed my hair back from my face, hoping I didn't look too flushed. Too late for anyone to be around, I thought. But, I was wrong.

I walked quickly, on my way out. I needed to be alone. I looked into the offices as I walked by, trying to find out who it was. Someone stepped out of their office as I made my way by. A familiar body -face - smile. I opened my mouth to speak a passing greeting, expecting the same in reply.

He stepped in front of me. A foot or two between our bodies. I could smell his cologne for the first time. I wanted to revel in the warm sensation. But, my mind jumped forward with confusion over this sudden presence.

I'm not sure if my byes closed or I just blinked. But, he had grabbed my arms, pulling my body to his warmth. I became rigid in his tense embrace. His face moving over mine, like the moon eclipsing the face of the sun. His lips pressed firmly against mine. There was no question in the kiss; it was a statement, a claim.

My mind was numb with shock. So, my body took over, responding in kind. My mouth opened to his tongue. It delved into, tasting, exploring. I thought I would go into sensory overload as I smelled, tasted and touched him all at once.

His teeth scraped over my bottom lip. His breath suddenly hissed. And he withdrew his warmth- his mouth, his hands, his body. He was standing away from me again- arms length away. I could hear him breathing rapidly. I lifted my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have done that."

My heart sank in disappointment. I turned, leaning against the wall, hoping to hide my expression. A thousand words were on my lips, but my mouth was too dry to speak. I shook my head. "It wasn't," I finally got out in a whisper.

I didn't think he heard, because I saw no visible reaction. But, then he moved in front of me again. His hand lifted to my face, his fingers stroking my cheek. "Sure?"

I lifted my hand to cover his. Our eyes met. I saw the concern in his eyes, I also saw the desire. I smiled. "yes."

The second kiss was more intoxicating. He buried his hands into my hair, holding my head, guiding me where he desired. I leaned my back against the wall, my body opening to him. My hands removed my ear phones, I unhooked the player from my waistband. I placed it blindly on a desk beside us.

He had firmly claimed my mouth. My body was pressing to his, my hands gripping at his neck trying to get closer to him. His hands moved from my hair, down my body. His warm fingers pulled my shirt from the waistband of my pants. His hands were a little rough against my bare skin as they crawled up my body, pulling my shirt with them.

He pulled his hands out from my shirt. They settled on my hips.

First his tongue retreated from teasing mine. Then his mouth.

Here came rejection, I thought. It was a nice kiss while it lasted. I didn't meet his eyes.

His thumb rubbed against my bottom lip. He raised my head until our eyes met. "I'm sorry I have to go."

I forced a smile onto my face. "It's okay," I said hoarsely.

He let go of and me and turned away, heading for the door. I followed slowly. I forced myself to feel numb as I watched his retreating back.

He pushed the door to the outside world open and then stopped. He turned and looked at me with a small smile on his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

I tried to go further with this story, but the sex turned out to be very forced sounding. So I thought ending it here was more appropriate. It goes better with my fantasy world as well.