I lay in bed, suddenly woken by the loud crack of thunder. The windows are open and I can hear the rain falling.

There is something sexy about the sound of a spring thunderstorm. I lay there in the darkness, feeling the cool breeze blowing through my windows, blanketing over me.

The rumble of the thunder and then the sky lighting up with the crisp lightening.

I lay there, wanting you next to me, to curl up with, to share this with.

"What books sit on your side table? I want to know you better. You are sometimes to much of the passion in my life." you ask...

I love your curiousity. I look forward to your words and how they make me feel. Your words touch my senses, my heart jumps, my body yearns, as I feel your strong hands on my skin, your arms around me, your lips pressed against mine...

I am currently reading The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice). I enjoy romance and absorbing the words on the page, imaging the touch and the feel, imaging the scent in the air, the warmth, the tenderness. These words fill my mind, yet my body craves for more, yearning, wanting....

You, too, are the passion in my life. Your words fill me and I take you with me. You become part of my word and I want to share more with you. You bring out a side of me that sits quietly in the shadows, watching, wanting, missing...

I want to make you feel things that you can't imagine. I want to make you feel excited and energized. I want to make you relaxed and happy. I want to hold you close, my arms around you, your head resting on my stomach as I let my fingers caress your soft skin. You are finally at rest, so tired. You seem to be comfortable, as I hold you close and let you relax. I don't need anything, just to see you smile. Your arm is draped across my waist as I watch you eyes get heavy and slowly close. That's okay sweetheart, I enjoy this, holding you, protecting you, as you lay there, not a care in the world. 

It's been a night of passion and a morning to match.  I am so glad you came over, I have missed you so much.

I lay here and watch you sleep. You look so peaceful, so restful. What is going through your mind? Are you dreaming sweet dreams? Or are you just in a world of calm and relaxation?

Slowly, I slide from beside you and head to the bathroom - a hot shower sounds really good right now.

I run to the water and step behind the curtain, the hot water pounding on me, as I close my eyes and let it touch my skin.  I let the water massage my body, as the warmth relaxes me. I stand under the water and let it cover me, I am helpless, so relaxed, so comfortable.

The sound of the water fills my senses and I don't hear you.  I don't even know you're there until I feel your lips on my neck.  You try not to startle me.

Your kisses are tender and soft. I don't jump, I don't get startled, I know it's you and I love the feeling.

I brace my hands against the tile wall in front of me as you slide your arms around my waist and pull me close. You kiss my neck as I feel your body pressed firmly against my backside... 

It felt so nice last night, to have you come to visit. The feel of your body against mine, the feel of your hands touching me, the feel of the excitement we shared. I missed you so much.

Light seems to seep in, from behind the curtains. I don't know what time it is, but you are still beside me, your arm across my stomach, your breathing soft and calm.

I turn slightly, so I can see more of you, watching you sleep, as I just take you in. The way you lay there, so sound. Your soft lips, parted slightly. Your eyes closed in sleep, surrounded by your beautiful lashes. I slowly reach up and have to touch your cheek. Your skin feels so soft and is so warm. I feel you against my fingertips. I don't want to move too fast or hard. I want you to sleep, I want you to dream. It's been so long and I love having you here with me. I don't want you to go... not right now. Do you have any idea how much I have missed you? I have laid here at night, alone, curled up under the covers, wondering where you were.

But you're here now... you made me feel so nice last night. You made me feel so good.

I want to let you sleep, I want you to rest, but there is a part of me... deep inside... that wants to repay you for last night... that wants to make you feel the energy I felt last night. Right now, the power is in my hands, as you lay beside me, sleeping. I keep watching you, taking in your features, thinking about how you kissed me, how your hands touched me, how you played with my kitty, how you fed and were fed.

I reach under the covers and find that I am moist, damp with anticipation. I close my eyes and touch myself. So warm, so hungry.

No, I can't keep it in, I need you and I want you so bad. I move in closer and place soft kisses on your bare chest. My kisses move down your body, to your belly, to your sword. I let my fingers trace your body, touching your skin, feeling your warmth. I can smell your body as I move my face closer. I let my tongue make a quick path down the front of your cock, which causes you to suddenly stand at attention, liking the attention. I carefully wrap my fingers around you and let my tongue trace the swollen tip of what I was holding in my hand. I hear you moan softly, as I feel your hand on my back, your other hand reaches out and grabs the sheets, as if to hold onto the control.

I don't let it phase me, I continue to caress you, fondling you, loving you. I tuck your head into my mouth and close my lips around you, as my hand softly rubs you, up and down. Your moaning increases as the hand on my back moves down to my ass, where you grab my tightly in your strong hand, making me let out a moan.

I suck you softly, teasing you, making you hot, making you want to play.

Do you like to wake up this way? Does it make you hot and horny to wake up with your cock in my mouth?

I move slightly, for a better angle, as angle so I can take you in. You take my hips in your hands and help me. You pull my body on top of yours so I am kneeling over you as I play with you.

Your strong hands hold my hips as I move my lips along your swollen cock, sliding you deep into the back of my throat. You let out a moan, as your sword dances in excitement, wanting the attention, wanting more.

I work diligently on your piece as your hands grab my hips and I suddenly feel you pull me down to you. In one swift motion, you have me down on you, holding me against you, your face buried deep in my pussy, your teeth grabbing at me like a wild animal, your tongue searching and thrusting, wanting to fuck me hard. Your hands grip me tighter and hold me still as you suddenly grab my clit in your teeth and tug... hard... I let out a squeel. You don't stop, you pull me back down onto you and force your tongue into me over and over.

Oh yes, I want this, I tighten my fingers around your cock and stroke you, harder and faster, as I let my tongue lick you and taste you. I see the wetness appearing. I move faster and harder. Can I make you cum? You are so hard and hot. I slide my mouth over you and take you tight in my lips. I start to ride you, up and down your shaft, sliding you deep into my throat. I brace my hands as I fuck you with my mouth, up and down, faster and harder. Cum baby, cum for me. Fill my mouth with your hot sex. You start to dance under me. I can hear you moan. I keep moving, faster, deeper, harder, as you move faster too. Oh yes, you are gonna cum. You are ready to explode, I can taste your excitement. Suddenly you let out a moan from deep inside my pussy, pulling your face deeper into me, as your hips start to thrust, over and over. I swollow fast and hard as you fuck me, you fill me, your cum exploding into my mouth, as you continue to moan. Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, does this feel good for you?

The room is dark and I can hear the wind softly blowing through the bedroom window, filling the room with a cool comfort.

I close my eyes and pull the blankets up, covering by body, before rolling over and curling up. The breeze floats over me and carries me to a light sleep.

I stir, and wake, as I feel the covers being moved. I open my eyes and watch you slowly and carefully slide in beside me. I still don't move, just watching you. You pull the covers up and slide over to me, moving in close, your strong arm sliding over my stomach, as I can feel your eyes watching me. I snuggle in closer, feeling your warm skin against mine.

It's been so long. I am so glad you're here.  Please hold me. I have missed you.

I let my hand touch your arm and let my fingers entwine with yours. You know I'm awake, but we still don't speak.

Your free hand brushes the hair from my cheek and I feel the warmth of your fingers move down my face. I lift my face to your touch. This feels so nice.

You lean in and kiss me. Oh god, my breath catches in my chest as the kiss takes me back to what we use to share.

You pull back slightly as I open my eyes. You smile at me before taking my face in your strong hands and kissing me again, this time with more passion. My fingers tighten around yours as the kiss grows. We are like two lovers who have been kept apart. Our yearning and desire has been building and now is our time.

You wrap your arms around me and pull me to you, your body rolling onto mine, covering me, as you kiss me, hungrily, wanting, desiring, feeding... 

I miss the way you make me smile and laugh - the way your hands touch my skin and send goosebumps along my flesh.

I long to feel your touch, your warmth against me. I long to taste your kisses, the sweetness, the passion.

I am lost and alone...

I crawl into bed, in my flannel pajamas and curl up under the covers.  It's so lonely at night without you. I close my eyes and wonder how you are.  I miss our talks, I miss the excitement in your voice, I wonder where you are.  It's been so long, I just want to feel you here with me, next to me, just being with me.

I guess I will go to sleep alone, until you return, but I want you to know that I think about you and wonder where you are. 

Together, we are curled up on the couch, watching a movie and having some wine.  It’s been a long day for both of us and we are finally taking some quiet time for us. It’s so nice and peaceful.  I’m sitting between your legs, resting back against your bare chest. You wrap your arms around me and hold me close. I can tell that the wine is making you a little frisky. Your hands start roaming and touching. I can feel your hot breath on my neck as I suddenly feel you trace the edge of my ear with your warm tongue. I let out a giggle because it tickles and you catch me off guard. You slide your hands under my pj shirt and I feel you start to move your hands up my body.  I try to get up and you grab me tighter. Let me go grab the other bottle of wine, I tell you, with a smile, as you let me crawl to the end of the couch.  I let out a squeak as you pinch my ass, as I try to move from your lap.  I stumble as I try to get to the floor and get to my feet.  You playfully lunge for me and I dodge out of your grasp, flashing you a smile that seemed to say You missed me. Both of us laughing, I disappear into the kitchen, to get another bottle of wine.  I toke a few moments to clean up the counter before pulling the bottle from the rack and then trying to find the cork screw that seems to have mysteriously disappeared.  I can hear the movie in the livingroom, but don’t hear anything else, so I am suddenly very surprised when you come up behind me and pin me against the edge of the counter.  Maybe we don’t need more wine – you are playful enough – and it’s fun. I can feel your body pressing against mine, as you pin me against the cool tile countertop.  I can feel your legs against mine as your body seems to long to join mine.  I grow weak in your arms as I feel your lips on my neck, kissing me, tasting me, as I feel your sword dancing against my backside. You lift my pjs up and over my head, leaving me standing against the counter, wearing just my satin panties. You toss my top to the floor and reach your strong hands around me, kissing my shoulder, as you kiss my shoulders. I close my eyes as you take me from here. Your teeth suddenly dive into my neck and grab my flesh. I let out a squeak, like an animal being taken as prey. Your arms wrap around me and you take my breasts in your strong warm hands and begin to fondle me. With my eyes closed, I moan softly as I let you touch me, massage me, caress me, and then you take my hardened nipples in your fingers and start to play a little rougher. You take them in your fingers and pinch them, rolling them, tugging on them, causing me to let out a couple more squeaks. I feel you run your tongue up my neck to my ear. Your teeth tug on my earlobe as you whisper, I am ready to explode and I am going to fuck you right here and now. I turn my face to see you and we kiss passionately. Your body continues to press firmly against mine as I feel your heart racing and your hunger feeding on my sexual energy. You bend me over the counter and pull down my panties, kneeling behind me, as you assist me in stepping out of the them.  You instruct me on widening my stance and I suddenly feel your fingers against me. You are touching me and rubbing me, petting me, teasing me, I gasp quietly, as I feel you let your fingers tuck inside my warmth. I am speechless as your hands rest on my hips and I feel your hot breath on my swollen lips. The feeling of your tongue caressing me sweet spot causes me to arch my back and raise my ass slightly. I remain draped over the tile countertop as you take me even further.

When I wake in the morning, and the world seems to still be sleeping, I turn on the computer and look for you.  I'm not always sure you will have been there or that I will find you, but my heart skips when I see the numbers have changed.

I click in and read what you have to say. I reread it, wanting to feel it, wanting to feel you there.  I close my screens and finish getting dressed for work.  Your words dance in my head, motivating me, making me think, making me long for your touch, making me hunger for you.

From that point on, you are with me throughout the day, as I ride in the car, as I sit at my desk, as I stop to take a deep breath... you are with me.

The ad said you were looking for an assistant.  I received the call, setting up a time for me to come in and meet with you, a corner office department manager, who needs someone to help things run smooth.

The day and time comes and I walk into your office, and our eyes meet as you shake my hand and ask me to sit.  I take a seat across the desk from you, as I see and feel your eyes looking at me.  I am wearing a skirt that falls short of my knees and my feet are peaking out from 3-inch heels to match my outfit.

Your smile is inviting as I can feel my body warming from your presence. Can you see my nervousness? Is it noticeable?

We talk for what seems like a long time, but my memory doesn't serve me as to what we actually discussed.  Your voice was calm and relaxed, your smile made me feel cmfortable, and I could feel your eyes scanning me...

So tell me..... 

The last entry you made... I could feel it - I could feel how you were struggling and enjoying it. I could feel the way it was bringing you to an edge - almost as if you had not been there befoe. Have you? Is this new or have you experienced it? I could feel your passion and energy, your strength and your struggles as I read each word, each sentence, each feeling...

Please tell me. I truly love the way your words make me feel and the way I can close my eyes at night and touch myself, feeling you there, feeling you beside me, your warmth, your strength, your desire. I fall asleep in your arms...

Please tell me...

I am laying here on my king size bed, in my silky pj top, listening to the rain outside. It's a soft rain, falling down.  I want to get up, I want to go outside. I want to feel the soft rain on my skin. I want to feel it on my face...

It's been so long since we have been together. I miss the feel of your hands on my body, the heat of your breath on my skin, the taste of your kisses, the feel of you touching me.

 It's been so long, I want to just feel you pull me into your strong arms and hold me close, feeling your heartbeat against my chest, telling me you are back. I want to melt in your arms and under your touch, but please pull me close and let me feel your presence again.

I want to stand in your arms, holding me close, my scantily-covered pj-clad body in your embrace. Your hands hold me as you kiss with me with a hunger, a passion, a longing that has grown over the past 3 weeks.

I wriap my arms around your neck and kiss you back, with just as much hunger. I have missed you so much, I am so lost and lonely, please fill that lonely place.

Take me in your arms and lead me to the bedroom. I want to lay with you on the bed, the cool sheets, in a candle-lit room, re-exploring each other, touching, holding, caressing.

Here I sit, in front of my computer, trying to determine how to start.

You asked me to tell you… to tell you how it feels… I guess I have never really thought about putting those “feelings” into words, but I will, for you, so you can share with me the experiences we share.

We stand in the livingroom, in front of the couch. The room is dark, except for the candles that are lit throughout the room, and the open curtains that let the light of the moon shine in.  The cool breeze floats in, surrounding our bodies.

Together we stand, in the cool darkness, naked, together. You stand behind me and rest your hands on my hips as you start to tenderly kiss my neck and shoulder. I cover your hands with mine as I let my head fall forward, closing my eyes, letting your kisses take me away.

I slowly guide your left hand down my hip, across my stomach and to the front of my body. I move your hand to my warmth. Can you feel the heat? Can you feel the blood pulsing through me? Can you feel the hunger longing?

I move your hand between my thighs and let you stop to rest on my swollen cunt. I know it excites you because I let out a yelp as your teeth suddenly bury into my neck.

Yes, this is turning me on. I let your fingers touch me and they start to disappear into my folds of skin. Can you feel the moisture? Can you feel my hunger?

You pull my body back against yours, as I feel you touching me, feeling me, rubbing me.  I gasp as I feel your strong fingers suddenly slide inside, through my warmth, into my awaiting wetness.  Can you feel my warmth, my tender flesh, my waiting hunger? Can you feel my body tighten around your fingers, as if it was you inside? I lay my head back on your shoulder as I guide both of your hands to my breasts. You take them in your hands and massage them, feeling the hard nipples pressing into your palms.  I can feel your heart beating, as if we are becoming one. I can hear it loud and clear as you hold me against you.

Slowly, we kneel in front of the couch and I support my body with my hands on the couch, as your body presses against my backside.

I let my head drop as I reach down between my legs and feel your sword dancing in anticipation. I take you in my hand and you let out a moan, as you tell me how good that feels.

I wrap my fingers around you and hold you, touching you, gently, tenderly, feeling you, feeling the dampness on the tip, hungry and excited.

I slowly bring your body to mine and lift my ass slightly, opening myself up. I carefully guide your swollen head into my wetness. You take a deep breath as I feel your tip slip snuggly inside.

I lean forward and slowly slide my body back to you.  I can feel your body sliding into mine. I move slowly, as you seem to touch every nerve in my body. I catch my breath several times as I let you fill me. I can feel your thick sword sliding into my body, penetrating me. I feel you throbbing with energy. Can you feel my body tightening around you as you go deeper?

I finally devour you completely, as my body rests against your base, your swollen tip pressing solidly against the inside of my body, as if you are going to come right through.

I throw my head back and moan softly, letting the fullness take me over. You grab my hair in your hand and wrap my curls around your strong hand, as if you are holding my reins to ride me.

You decide to start the ride. Slowly, you slide backwards, moving from me, all but your head. Ever so slowly and methodically, you slide back in. You moan with each movement, pulling my hair back, your free hand on my hip.

As your movements start getting faster, you reach around me and place your hand on my clit. You start my slowly massaging me, but it quickly grows in intensity.

Your body starts to cover with warm sweat as you start to move faster and faster, first moving smooth and steady, but your movements start to grow in speed and power, as I can tell your excitement and sexual desire is building and increasing.  You sword is hitting “the” spot – the spot that makes me moan, the spot that makes me gasp, the spot that makes me scream, the spot that makes me explode. Yes, THAT spot.

Your strong fingers press harder on my clit as you ride me, riding hard and fast, burying your firm cock deep into my body, hard and harder, faster and faster, over and over.

I moan loudly as you drive your body deep into me, all the way. The intensity builds as you slow down to catch your breath, but still rub my clit as you tell me how good this feels. 

My arms are getting tired, but we can do this. As you rub a little more, I feel my body start to quiver. I’m starting to cum baby, cum with me, please. I beg, also catching my breath.

A few more slow strokes, taking it long and carefully, before a few fast hard rams from behind. You press tightly against my backside, the sweat from your body covering mine and you dance against me, filling me, flooding me, feeding me. 

You moan deeply, kissing my shoulder as you stay buried inside, my body shuddering in my hands, as the juices we share seem to drip endlessly down the inside of my thighs.

We are both tired and out of breath. I just want to stay here, like this, with you. I can feel you still dancing inside me.

I walk into the room and there you are, a smile on your face, and looking so damn sexy that I just want to take you right then and there, but I promise I'll behave.

I walk through the door, dressed for the party. You told me to look sexy and that's my goal. I am wearing a short black skirt that is mid-thigh, with a slit up the leg. I have on a cotton blouse and no bra... what can you see through my shirt?  My polished toenails are peakng through the open toes of my black velour 4-inch pumps.

Is this sexy enough for you? Does this look work for you?

Do you watch me? Can you see in my bedroom window?  Do you watch me get dressed for work? Do you enjoy watching me get ready for bed? Tell me what you watch... do you touch yourself and masturbate while you do it? Watching me? Wanting to do me right there?

Tell me...