And speaking of Library Vixen…

It passes almost as soon as it enters and my thoughts turn to you looking at my picture as my hand moves down my body into my pajama bottoms, I was curious to see if I was wet. I was. Easily I slide my fingers between the plump lips into the stickiness of my thoughts.

Writing in my mind, I wonder if you will like what I write this morning, sentences begin to structure and form. As I compose, I sink two fingers into the kitty; I tighten around them and keep them there, then with my other hand I push them in deeper. I slowly bring them back out and between the two wet fingers I caress my clit, feeling it grow beneath my touch. My recollection takes me back to the library where you are about to go down on me…I try to recall your words—“my desire to taste her is overwhelming,” I instantly feel my kitty clench at this contemplation, I comply by again plunging my fingers into the wetness of my cunt, which now longing to be taken care of.

I have mornings like these.  Well, except that it’s usually somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:29 AM, and I’m a man.  So, in some way, I don’t have mornings like these.

But I really wish I did.