You are my drug of choice. My new addiction and I constantly need a fix. Your words intoxicate me and my mind is enraptured in a lustful frenzy.

I lay down in bed and close my eyes thinking about you. I slide my fingers inside my soaked pussy and circle my clit with my thumb. I grind down on my hand wishing it was your thick cock filling me and not my fingers.

I give myself what you can’t give me and whisper your name but you can’t hear me.

Hot.  The idea of my name being whispered when i’m not around.  The idea sits well in my tonight.  Very well indeed.