I woke up so wet this morning, dreaming of you touching me during the night, imagining you curling up behind me, feeling your hard cock pressing against me.... I imagined your hands moving over my body. I remembered your touch. I found myself trying to replicate it, tracing my fingers over my arms, my breasts, down my stomach, over my thighs... It’s not the same. Oh how I wish it was the same. Still, I continued, finding the wetness between my legs, spreading the folds, exploring within. Again, trying to imitate you, the gentleness and firmness of your fingers, pushing, probing, rubbing, plunging... I grew wetter and wetter with thoughts of you. I escaped into those sexy eyes and then focused completely on your perfect cock. Tingles moved through my body, from my pussy down my legs, up through my breasts, into my head. Heat enveloped me, consumed me... Pleasure took over and a moan escaped through my winded breath. Another orgasm aided by thoughts of you, leaving me wanting more than anything... your touch...