It's Friday night and I'm home alone, lounging on my couch, jeans kicked off onto the floor. The tank top I'm wearing is thin, leaving my hard nipples visible beneath the fabric. A plush blanket covers my thighs; whenever I shift, it gently brushes against my thighs. It reminds me of when your face was between my legs and you hair brushed my inner thighs. The sensation only added to the pleasure your tongue coaxed from my body.