Snow
You are missing me teribly, the time zone means you cannot call yet. You remember a touch, a soft caress across your breast. You realise your hand has started, pushing your bra away. Your nipples are hard and responsive. You remember. A touch a need. You want your breast bitten hard. You want. You want what you dare not ask for. You need to be tied, blindfolded, fucked. As a good girl you cannot even suggest touching yourself. But the thought of me strongly, gently tying you to the bed has brought you to your knees. The silk chafes slightly, the burn producing a moan. Your legs are indecently splayed, you know I am staring at you but how? and you know your mind is about to construct layers of exquisite detail. As your fingers feel for your soaked wet cunt you know that I would be turned on beyond belief at the sight of you standing in front of me watching you get off on this fantasy, and yet you hide.
