I’m on the edge… hand wrapped tight, slow strokes turning into rougher ones.
My chest rising, breath deep… every movement dripping with hunger.
I imagine your eyes drinking in every inch of me, your lips parting as you picture taking over.

I want you to see how bad I need it.
How hard I throb for more.
How much I ache for your touch to replace mine.

Tonight… it’s just me, my need, and the thought of you watching until I can’t hold back anymore.