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It was the thoughts of her. They coated my mind like chocolate syrup will to an erect nipple. Smooth and giving of all the curves and drips. I could close my eyes and see her so clearly. All her flaws and all her perfections slithered just beneath my skin and there her presence lingered. Warm breath on my neck, soft whispers into my ear, and hands that were somehow directly connected to all that I have ever wanted to feel. In my mind she was there, just underneath the surface of me. Touching me, loving me, saying all those things that make me want her more.

The thoughts develop a flush in my cheeks. My fingers linger upon my hip. In that spot that dips into infinity. Wanting so much to cure this ache while at the same time not wanting it to go away. I am immersed in all of her now. My mind actually creating her touch upon my skin. Her fingers so disciplined and full of determination. My thighs fall open and my fingers slide down. It’s the smell of her now that fills me. I am sure that I can smell the scent of lavender here in my room, but I know that I’m alone.

My fingers tease and my heart wants for her here with me. Her smile, her eyes, my mind although vivid, could never do justice to her in real life. But for now she is with me. For now it is her that is conjuring this sensation within me. So I move, open my thighs just a little more, and dream of her just a little bit harder. When it happened it was to thoughts of her smile. When it happened my body filled with tremors that she would normally make subside. She’s not here tonight, but when she is I’ll be ready.