Pleasure Please

I see you there, waiting for my words, your breath shallow, skin flushed with anticipation.

I want you to think of me, feel me in every inch of your skin though my hands are miles away.

Unbutton your dress, I tell you.

Let it fall slowly, let each piece of fabric peel from your body as if it were my fingers doing the work. I imagine the way you look at me as the air meets your skin, the way your chest rises, expectant, ready.

Now pull your panties down, I say, watching you in my mind as you slip them past your hips, down your legs. I can see how your thighs part slightly, opening for me, inviting me into that space

I crave more than anything else.

Spread your legs for me,

and think of my hands replacing yours, sliding up the inside of your thighs, teasing the soft, sensitive skin until my fingers brush against your heat. You know how I would touch you- just enough to make you shiver.

slow at first, barely a graze,

I want you to touch yourself now, the way I would.

Start slowly,

just your fingertips gliding over the surface,

circling, exploring,

as if I were guiding you. Feel the tension rise,

the way your body responds to my

presence, even in your mind.

Close your eyes, and imagine my lips on your neck, my breath against your ear, whispering how much I want you. Imagine my hands, moving with yours,

pressing harder,

bringing you closer to the edge.

faster,

I want to hear you moan, even from a distance,

feel you lose control as you imagine my hands, my mouth, claiming every part of you.

Let yourself go,

let the pleasure build, knowing that every touch, every gasp,

is for me.

You're close now,

I can feel it, your body tightening, hips rising to meet the rhythm. In your mind, I'm there, filling you, pleasing you, taking you over the edge

again and again.

And when you come, I want you to know it's me you're thinking of, me you're giving yourself to, even from afar.