smelling of her

I was besotted, completely immersed in thoughts of her as I clutched at the sheets and strummed my own flesh. I thought about how wet she became around me, how hard her nipples grew, our flirting evident in both of our bodies, the need to satiate the other at the very surface. I thought about the first time I tasted her, slipping my fingers in between her delicate folds, opening her slowly with each gentle thrust as my tongue flickered over her clitoris…

A delicious slice of fantasy.  Sometimes you don’t need the person— the mere thought alone (or in this case, scent) can be just as powerful, if not more.

Besotted @ Naughty Secretary