Sitting cross legged on the sofa wearing nothing but a white tee shirt and navy blue and white polka dot lace trimmed thong with white bows.
He is sitting at the kitchen table going through mail.
I am thinking again about how long it has been since we last saw each other. My body wants to feel your touch. Feel your hands, fingers, lips, tongue and omg your cock.
My hand slips under the lap top computer and I rub over the crotch of my thong. Mmmmmm my kitty would rather have your fingers caressing it through the soft silky material. Slipping the material aside my fingers rubs across the velvet lips which are open slightly because of the sitting position I am in. I take my hand away so I can type and tell you what I am doing the cool air rushes across my exposed kitty teasing.
I slip my fingers back on to my kitty... he is clueless to the lusty thoughts I am having about you. Vision of you dancing in my head touching, feeling , probing, licking, sucking, tasting and penetrating my orbs.
Oh, so wet. aching, wanting, needing. . . you!