I can’t sleep… and I can’t stop thinking about what might finally push me over the edge into that soft, heavy, melt-into-the-bed kind of sleep.

What could possibly help me drift off like that?

Maybe it’s you.

I need your touch — slow at first, then a little more impatient — your hands exploring every inch of me, making me shiver, making me ache. I want to feel you everywhere, until I’m breathless, until the only sounds in the room are the little moans and gasps you pull out of me so easily… until I completely unravel all over you.

Will you take your time with me?

Rub my belly, let your hands wander, your mouth following behind… your tongue tracing slow circles until I can’t think straight anymore. I want to feel your fingers, to feel just how much you affect me — how quickly I lose control when it’s you.

I need you… right now.

Can I climb on top of you?

Do you think you can handle all of me — my weight, my rhythm, the way I’d move against you, slow at first… then deeper, harder, losing myself completely as I bounce and grind and chase that feeling?

And what if I don’t stop there…

What if I reach for those cupcakes I picked up earlier — soft, sweet, too tempting to ignore — and take a bite right there, while I’m still on top of you? I get so hungry when I’m like this… craving something sweet on my tongue while I feel something even sweeter between my thighs.

Messy. Indulgent. A little too much.

…or maybe just enough.

Is that really so much to ask for? 😈