

How I long, how I long to have you near, but you're not, you're far away and I need you now. I need to feel your lips, your hands, your tongue... The bathroom mirror is fogged up, you can barely see the blurred silhouette of my naked body in the reflection. I squeeze my breasts between my hands, imagining it's you, wishing it's you. I slip under the hot water and succumb to the desire that grows needy between my legs, a relentless urge to release this desire I have for you. My hand runs down my belly and I reach my sex slippery with my juices, that stream of wetness that surges from my core when I think of you that way.