I imagine...

I imagine him sitting there

Chatting with me

Laughing

Not really noticing his cock

Not yet anyhow

Just enjoying our nighttime chat

Playful, flirty banter

Until…

Some shared silliness

(Or was a flash of hot pink that

Brings back memories Of my surprise for him?)

Then,

Then he notices

That familiar stirring

That common reaction

Of just what it is that I do to him

I pretend to be unaware of his

Aroused state

And ignore my own

For the moment

I talk to him about how

I like to watch him

The faces he makes

The sounds he doesn’t notice he makes

When I am looking up from

Between his legs

How I like to tease

And bring him to the edge

Time and again

Until he

Doesn’t think he can take it

But he can (and does)

Once more, one more than last time

And as I tell him, remind him

I imagine him

Running his hand

Over his cock

Remembering

Becoming even more aroused

Grasping more firmly

As I remind him of that time

That our clothes barely hit the floor

(Were we even naked?)

Before he had me on my back

And he was between my thighs

The want, the need

Too great to slow down

Just kisses

No fingers on puss, no hands on cock

No licking or sucking

Just a hard push, a shared sigh

And a wild fuck

The cadence of my words

Pace his ministrations

To his own pleasure

He’s there, wishing it was me

As much as I wish he was here

Taking care of my own

Building desire

Instead, as I type

I reach into my panties

(Yes, the matching hot pink ones)

And I imagine it’s his hand

Helping me along