Do Something for Me

Love.

I'd like you to do something for me.

Next time you're up late, all by your lonesome in that big old house of yours, can you do this?

When you're lying there in your bed, thinking of me… instead of just reaching right between your legs…

I want you to touch yourself, how you think I might touch you. How you'd like me to touch you.

Run your hands along your skin, feeling all of those curves that keep me up all night, every night.

Place a hand on your belly, before slowly pulling it up to cup one of your breasts. Give your nipple a gentle pinch (is it a bit like trying to tickle yourself? that's ok, feel free to move on…) while your other hand traces out the inside of your thigh… but don't go there yet, nooooo no it's too soon.

As you're rolling onto your side, move the hand from your breast to your mouth, pulling your lower lip down with your fingertip, before taking that hand down and along your side, down and down and down to that agonizingly beautiful hip.

Then run that hand along the curve of your ass, caress it, squeeze it, feel it how you know I'm desperate to, while your other hand finally finds its way to that beautiful orchid.

Nurture that heat between your legs while your other hand continues exploring your hips, your ass. Trace a finger from your tailbone down and down between those cheeks.

Roam your body, your breasts, you belly, your legs, your ass… touching all those places you know I want to feel you, all those places I know you want to feel me. As your other hand works to a fever pitch.

Then… once the quivering has died down…

Bring your hands up your body, feeling your hips, your belly, your breasts, your lips.

Then close your eyes, love, snuggle up under your blanket, and drift off to sleep.

And dream it again… except with my hands, instead of your own.

Could you do that for me, love?

Just once?