I'm alone in my room, and I'm lost in my thoughts. My head is misty and clouded. When I'm laying on my back looking up at the ceiling, a familiar feeling creeps into my lower stomach. If I close my eyes, I can feel you running your fingers up my thighs. I can feel myself clenching tightly, holding back all the wetness trying to escape me. If I tilt my knees up and spread them apart, I can feel you sliding between me, rubbing it across my lips and staring into the depths of my soul. She's pulsating now, and the discomfort of my clothes are baring her. I could cum now from the firm strokes on my clit, but I know to wait for your command. You grip me by my ankles and pull me to the edge of the bed. You slowly lift my legs up and reach around my waist to slide my pants up -only to my knees. my knees together up to my chest with your hands. "Keep them there" My flesh exposed to cold air. Exposed solely for you to gaze your eyes over me and do what you please. You drop to your knees as my head tilts back. Your hands gripped hard onto my thighs in the slightest of pain. I can feel your tongue caress the inner portion of my thigh moving closer to my opening. "Who's pussy is this" It's not a question, but reassurance. Reassuring me that only he can do these things to me.. "yours" His mouth quickly placed over my clit as he slowly licks only to listen to my moans and my cries. My clit closed between his lips being slightly sucked and kissed over and over. I can feel myself dripping. He holds heaven in his mouth. He stops. Comes up to his feet and releases the rest of my legs from my pants. Legs still slightly up but spread open to see him reach in his pants and whip out every inch of his glory. "Don't run from me, understand" I nod in agreement. 

I could be sitting down on a couch with nothing but the dim light of my tv exposing me.. fully dressed with my long dark hair falling over my pillow. My big brown eyes clouded with images that only play in my head. I wish I could touch myself to them. I wish I was laying on my back for a reason. I wish that spot in between my thighs was clenching and glazing itself in my juices for a reason.. I wish my heart would stop beating out of my chest because I need someone to reach inside me and feel my desperation. I wish someone would come sit down right next to me and tie my hands together, reach under the hem of my leggings, slip their hand under my panties, and force their fingers through the wettest parts of me. I want them to feel my moan in their mouth while they look down on me and feel me fall apart on their fingers.. feel my helplessness and feel me cum.