I dream of you

Yes, I dream of you and I don’t even know you. But I feel your touch… a touch that gives me ticklish thoughts, resonating down there and ending up with warm moist.
I feel the lust for you. And the thought of having you deep inside it turns me on more and more. As I am writing now, my hand can’t keep still and it goes to check up the heat. I can imagine you being in front of me looking at me and my playful fingers.
You can watch, but you can’t touch. Not yet. Not until the first explosion. So you can see and wish to feel the contractions, the sweet scent of the orgasm.
Then you can play too, all hard and wanting me. Penetrating me in one move, deep, almost painful. Watching my reactions and making me scream. To be continued