Wet.

I was wrapped so tight that a single touch could send me diving head first over the cliff that his words had built beneath me. In my mind I was happy he couldn't see what just his simple words could do to me, but my body hated me for every additional line I read.

Imagine me tossing you on the bed and slowly sinking down until I was only centimeters from your pussy. Breathing in your natural scent, mixed with slight undertones of your fragrant body wash.

I could almost feel his breath on my panty covered mound. His word made me squirm a bit creating a delicious friction that sent electric sparks shooting along my clit.

I lick you through your panties getting a slight taste of your natural essence, and slide my fingers slip into the side of your lace boyshorts. Slowly moving them down your legs; licking a path down your smooth legs for them to follow.

My skin felt like it was engulfed in flames. I imagined the red undertones in my skin were clearly visible at this point.

That's just a small taste of what it would be like. Do you think you could handle that? What are your boundaries?

I was desperate for release and completely hooked.