I'm laying in bed, playing half-heartedly with my very wet snatch, wishing you were here to make me scream a little, but I'm not alone and he doesn't like to share. If you could slip ever so quietly into my room and kneel at my bed pulling my leg over the side so that my sex was spread open, I would be very silent to protect you. I want your cold fingers, as your hands are always cold, to explore my soft hairless pussy lips, pushing into my honeypot and then swirling around my clit. I want you to refuse to stop pleasuring me as the man snoring next to
me turns in his sleep. I want you to be on your knees and pull my snatch toward you so that you can taste me. Would that I coud swing my leg around your neck and pin your clever tongue to my pussy.

I wish you were here to taste me, but if I coud just taste you...just lick you firmly ike you like your lickings...what a sweet dream I could have then.