Friday...finally.
Aching

There's this little place in the small of my back, where your hand belongs, caressing the smooth skin there. My breasts remember your hands cupping them just so, raising them to your beautiful lips. That look in your eyes that belies a devillish grin when you look up at me from kissing the salty skin of my belly, I see it in my dreams. My skin feels the phantom touch of your hands and lips and body. I want it again. And again.


Nine hours until I have it. Over and over. Happy Friday all.