When you are not with me I think of you. I think about your touch, your taste, your smell and all of the wonderful things that you do to me. I’m lying on bed, the one that you and I spend so much time in and I’m thinking of you and what we will do together next time we meet. You always hold me so very tightly at first whilst you kiss me, your hands moving over my body. You strip me of my clothes - or make me undress myself whilst you watch, your eyes exploring every inch of my body. I position myself on the bed, against the pillows, my red hair loose around my shoulders. I’m naked apart from my panties and as I close my eyes, you are in my thoughts.

My skin tingles in anticipation of your touch. I lick my lips as I imagine you kissing me, exploring my mouth with your tongue. I lift my hair from the nape of my neck, feeling dozens of tiny electric shocks travel the length of my spine. I pretend that they are your hands on my neck, your fingers tangling themselves in my hair. I move down towards my full, round breasts, cupping them in my hands, just as you cup them in yours. My nipples are already hard and feel so good when teased between your thumb and forefinger. You know how much I love it when you do that.

Lying back on my bed, I part my legs and begin to run my fingers up the inside of my thighs. My hands move further up, towards the place that I want your fingers to be. The fabric of my silky panties feels so good under my fingers as I start to caress myself through them. You like to pull them to one side so you can plunge a finger deep inside me and I imagine you doing this to me and under my fingers I can feel the material of my panties begin to get damp. I pull them off and lie back on the bed, opening my legs wide, exposing my nakedness to you, my imaginary lover.

My nipples demand attention again and I tease them, wishing that your mouth was on them, licking and sucking them grazing the firm tips with your teeth. I move one hand down, between my thighs and start to stroke my smooth, freshly shaven pussy, my fingers parting my lips and exploring my most intimate places. My clitoris is hard and round under my fingers. If you were with me now, your tongue would be where my fingers are, over my clitoris and probing deep inside my pussy. My fingers are slick with my juices as I thrust them in and out, faster and deeper. I think about you and how you know my body so well, know how to touch me and caress me, how to make me come.

On the bed next to me is my favourite vibrator. You know which one I like to use best, because you’ve watched me fuck myself with it. I pick it up and start to run it over my pussy, across my clitoris, between my lips until I can’t wait any longer. I plunge the vibrator deep inside me, gasping with pleasure as it fills my wet pussy. With long, smooth strokes I push it in and out, my orgasm building up with each thrust. I close my eyes and suddenly you are with me, between my thighs, forcing your smooth, hard cock into my pussy. You’re whispering in my ear, telling me how good it feels to be inside me, how tight and wet my pussy feels around your cock. With your name on my lips I begin to come, my muscles tightening with every contraction of my orgasm, making me cry out with pleasure and longing.

I lie on the bed, my orgasm subsiding as my body begins to relax and I think to myself how much you would have enjoyed watching me tonight. Thinking of you, I drift into sleep and dream of when we will meet again.