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Alone in your room you sit, your mind wondering every which way it does. You find it lands somewhere, a place it often does in your dreams, a face that you're so familiar with, one that makes your heart roar and your body ache for their touch.
As your mind wonders further, your hand follows suit, down your body, teasing the line between your clothes at your hip, back up under the cloth on your torso, pretending it's them, their eyes looking at you, their hand touching you, their lips kissing yours.
You moan, a small sound, you don't even register it, your shirt is off, you're touching your sides - they're touching your sides - and they go down, down, down, teasing that line again, between second and third base, tugging, loosening, pulling. And moving the line further down, until it's gone, a blank canvas for them too see, eyes trailing, sticking to you like honey, sickeningly sweet on your tongue. Hands moving down, skipping the landing, exploring further. Down your outar thighs and back up the inner ones, teasing you, testing your patience.
Your legs fall open comfortably, a spot that they claim like a throne, entitled to it as they are royalty, if not to everyone then to you, alone. Finally, hands touch the parts that are hot, ready for them, yet still teasing. Whines and pleas falling from your lips like a mantra, entertain them, be good for them. They touch you more, fast yet gentle, saying sweet things to you, dripping honey from their tongue and onto yours, it sticks to your teeth and dehydrates your throat, your eyes look at them and they're glowing, like an angel, and then that white light becomes a flash bang, and you have to close your eyes to save them from being blinded.
You open them, and it's dark, you're alone, and at the end of the night, all it was, was a dirty fantasy.