Last night, I drifted off to sleep in this yoga pose for relaxation.
It took me a minute though. I spent some time focusing on my breathing, and on every single sensation I felt in my body. My heart beat, the blood circulating, a random tingle in my right thigh, a wanting clit.
Mentally, I focused on my love – and if this were a real erotic poetry show, I’d share all the details.
But I felt my breathing becoming more labored, my blood flowing with more immediacy, and a surge rising in root chakra – you know, in my pussy area.
My mouth opened, letting out breathy, hot air… And my fingers… well.
Cervical pillow supporting the crux of my neck. One pillow supporting each resting thigh…
Sorry if you missed my last post about lusting over him… practically feeling and tasting his dick in my mouth.
We’re private folks, but I’ll share a quote from him during our last encounter. (Please don’t tell.) He said, “I’ve never witnessed anything like that before.”
I’m trying really hard to focus on work right now. (Deep breath.) He’s in for it.