Sensual Goodness

Can a woman be in love with the feelings she has when no one is around to know she is aroused? Feeling her heart beating within her, knowing her breasts ache to be held with every brilliant vibration of that hard young muscle beneath her skin. Pounding pleasure; pounding away at the very core of her soul. She cannot deny that her mind is not the only thing wandering now. Hearing her lover's breath inside her ears, imaginary yes, but fully in tune with what he really sounds like in those moments just before he enters her - seconds before he breathes into her mouth.

As the willow tree just outside the view of her laced windows bends toward the dusk she waits for him and finds her own hands lingering. Slightly gripping her upper thighs, tickles; little tickles as her shapely right long forefinger edges closer to herself - a little pull of her panties, easing the waistband just so, tracing the edge's roughness as she thinks of his hands removing the garment which holds chaste her awaiting arched hips.

"I love you" she whispers to no one, and gently she slides her finger into herself, just deep enough to feel the prick of her long nail against her soft folds - a little tease she imagines deeply, a little further to wet the lips, her two fingers make up the one of his; better to be consistent she thinks - better for the entire experience to be as close to what they have even if he is not here tonight in body. He is here now in her body - and she whispers his name before plunging deeper and more fully, more actively into her trance.