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Another Night Without You
Another night without you
eyes toward the ceiling
breathing steady
hands resting soft on my stomach
on the table next to me, my phone vibrates.
I pick it up and open your text...
"Don't forget to think about me baby girl..."
I'm wearing nothing but your unbuttoned flannel
I close my eyes and imagine you're next to me
your soft hands brushing against my skin
your body above mine
grabbing my choker
hands running through my hair
tugging at random strands...
here... and there.
Silently I whisper your name to the empty room around me
and slip my hand down
starting off slow
rubbing my clit
as I imagine your hands caressing me
I slip one finger in
moaning quietly
two fingers now...
moaning louder.
I keep a steady pace as the scent of your shirt surrounds me
Your name escapes my lips
I push harder
the dark room around me still
as my body moves with my fingers
pushing in and out
I beg for you
but you're still not here...
I keep this up until I'm shaking
dripping wet.
still screaming for you
I finish.
Leaving a mess
wishing you could come clean me up.
eyes toward the ceiling
breathing steady
hands resting soft on my stomach
on the table next to me, my phone vibrates.
I pick it up and open your text...
"Don't forget to think about me baby girl..."
I'm wearing nothing but your unbuttoned flannel
I close my eyes and imagine you're next to me
your soft hands brushing against my skin
your body above mine
grabbing my choker
hands running through my hair
tugging at random strands...
here... and there.
Silently I whisper your name to the empty room around me
and slip my hand down
starting off slow
rubbing my clit
as I imagine your hands caressing me
I slip one finger in
moaning quietly
two fingers now...
moaning louder.
I keep a steady pace as the scent of your shirt surrounds me
Your name escapes my lips
I push harder
the dark room around me still
as my body moves with my fingers
pushing in and out
I beg for you
but you're still not here...
I keep this up until I'm shaking
dripping wet.
still screaming for you
I finish.
Leaving a mess
wishing you could come clean me up.
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