I often yearn for a touch, only he can give. It's a burning desire to have those hands on me. The way he drives me crazy, just from a whisper. Or, the way he'd grab my hips, taking me how he seen fit. I often wonder if he knows. Does he know about the tingles between my thighs? Or how my clït twitches at the thought of his tongue? A single diget is all he'd need, though I enjoy when he gives it to me like a whore.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, little love." He whispers from behind. Startled, and feeling caught, I kept my eyes closed. I could hear him moving slowly toward me.

"W-why would you think that?" I stutter out shyly. He knows!!! There is no way I'm getting out of this now. silence. Im met with silence.