Dream

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I'm thinking about you. As I lie here in my solitary bunk, my eyes close; my hand starts its journey down from my soft neck, my fingers trailing across my tight nipples as I imagine your hard, work-roughened hands in place of my insufficient ones. I think how it is when you're here with me, and my hips begin a slight rise and fall in time with my breathing. My heart beats faster as I slide my shorts down, my fingers lightly skimming the hair at the apex of my soft thighs. I slide my right index finger up the juncture of my right thigh. I can feel your lips, your tongue, there. You told me how you love my scent, and I bring my digits to my nose to understand your meaning. My eyes close, but inhaling brings me your spicy scent instead, as my imagination takes control. Reality is superseded by fantasy, and I feel the crisp hairs on your hard chest against my sensitive nipples, pleasure and pain at the same time. Your hard dick rests against my side as you lean over me, your tongue entering my soft lips, teasing mine, setting up a rhythm that is quickly matched by my hips as you run your fingers up from my calf to suddenly grasp my center. Your whole hand covers me as you begin a slow, torturous rhythm there, too. Please, I gasp. Inside