Getting Off Just for You

I’m lying here, legs spread, feeling my fingers slide over every aching inch. You’re the only thing on my mind right now, watching me, hearing my breathing grow heavier. I imagine your eyes locked on me, your thoughts getting dirtier with every movement. My hips lift into my touch, chasing the pulse of pleasure that’s building so fast I can barely keep control. Every stroke is for you, every moan is because I’m picturing your hands instead of mine. I want you to see everything, feel everything, and know I’m getting off because you’re right here with me.