I cannot rest until you appear again. You, who plays my body like a violin. Such fire you have lit within me, where I thought the embers had long burned out.

Such a mournful tune within my soul yet it fills me with joy. Each touch of your fingers and tongue like a musical note that plays a concerto with my senses.

And as I fight the tiredness that is threatening to envelope my body I am sinking deeper into a lustful whirlpool, wanting… yearning… for your presence. Such sweet sinful torture, you are indeed my puppetmaster.

I feel a slight breeze coming in from the open window of my bedroom, and as I lay naked on my bed the breeze caresses my warm skin like a gentle lover. I swear I can detect your essence in the air.

No light in my room apart from the faint glow of a street lamp outside. The contour of my breasts and hips caught in a warm amber glow, as I lie on my side looking up at the night sky, my thoughts of carnal pleasures making my body ache with longing.

I cannot bear it anymore, I need to have your caress. My fingers trace a line down my stomach to my inner thigh, slowly I tease myself as I turn over and part my legs, my fingers exploring my hungry pussy.

My finger rubs my clitoris causing me to moan a little. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation, my moans becoming louder. I am lost in the moment…

I feel your hands as you slowly move up between my legs. Your bodily scent, a mixture of aftershave and testosterone, stoking my fire. You moan as you watch my fingers playing with my pussy. I feel your breath as your mouth licks my fingers, then your tongue as you begin to lick at my pussy. Slowly at first, teasing me, then you become more hungry for my musky taste, groans dancing in the air.

You look up at me, telling me to beg you to lick me harder, I beg you between moans.

“Louder!” you command me. “Louder!”

I scream “Lick me harder!” and you smirk and say no.

My body is shaking with desire, my fingers rubbing my clitoris, my back arching at the sensation as you look on. You roughly grab my hands away and laugh at my body writhing and my wanton ways.

Frustration, such frustration!

“Bad girl!” You say, as your mouth teases my pussy, your tongue delving deep; your hands now caressing me, playing that lustful tune with my very being.

I feel myself succumbing to the delicious pleasure, as my orgasm begins to build. Your tongue and fingers taking me to the very brink as I let myself ride the feelings of the iminent orgasm.

You pull away…

“No… not yet” you say, as I sigh, begging you to carry on.

You stand up by the side of my bed watching me wanting you, but you will not continue.

“Remember dear… You belong to me!” and with that last remark you are gone…