What Would You Do Without Me?

Sitting here with you on my mind. This happens quite often, to be honest. I promise that they are good thoughts.

Naughty, lustful, good thoughts.

I can imagine you sitting there watching me. Telling me what to do. Growling at me as I obey like the good girl I am. You have been edging me. Making me take it slow. I am so impatient for you. I want you closer and I want you doing things to my body. I don’t want to be doing this alone with my own fingers.

You tell me to touch myself. But you keep stopping me just as I am getting close. Do you know what this does to me? I see what it is doing to you. That is the only reason I listen and obey. Watching you get aroused. Watching your cock stand up for me. I want to see you stroke it, but you are mean. You won’t let me have that one thing. Sometimes that is all I want. Just cum for me.

I continue to edge waiting for you to say the word. Waiting for something, anything to happen.