Dear Fuck Buddy,

I know you want me.

I know you wish you could lift my crop top over my head, exposing my favorite lacey bralette. I know you want my hands to find the button on your pants, fumbling with it clumsily, anticipation building unintentionally.

I know you want me to guide you towards the bed as we entangle in eachothers kisses. You're longing for the moment I take my place, breaking away from your arms just long enough to slip off my own shorts. I know you'll lend a helping hand.

I know when you see me lying on the bed, propped up on my elbows, dark eyes daring you to make the next move, that you'll be conflicted. You want to take in the sight of my soft, curvy body, light brown skin scantily clad in pink underwear; but you also want me to take you in as you press yourself between my thighs.

I know you won't hesitate for long. You'll fall onto me, 1 hand reaching to caress the curves of my leg as I wrap them around your waist.

I know you want to press your pelvis between my hips so I can feel how hard you're trying to resist. I know my gasp of pleasure from that pressure will only push you further.

I know you'll be a gentleman, and help me out of my underwear, my bra. But that will end when you're presented with my blushing pussy, lips plump and ready for pleasure, beads of lust dripping from my body.

I know you want me.