Stretching, I roll over. You have haunted my thoughts all night. I stare out the window imagining you are here with me. My hand travels over my left breast, stopping to tug on my nipple. My right hand slides from my neck, down over my stomach, stopping to rest between my legs. I close my eyes as I dip one finger inside. It is warm, wet and inviting. My fingers will do even though I'd prefer your tongue pushing inside of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I begin my ritual. Hips push off the bed, my moans getting louder and my imagination is on fire.
Then as quickly as it all began, I am finished. Eyes open slowly to the disappointment I am alone. But wait, I hadn't closed the window curtains and I am not alone. I am staring into the eyes of my neighbor.
I wonder if she will be outside again tomorrow morning. ;)
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Wonderful. I really love your writings.
ReplyDeletei can be your someone
ReplyDeleteNew neighbors? How delightful!
ReplyDeleteHope she enjoyed the show lol.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this. You know how to get my morning started in a big way. :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think that this is what Mr. Rogers had in mind for his neighborhood, but I bet he would have gotten much better ratings....
ReplyDeleteA great little post, wonderful imagery.
Where do you live, I will be right there buying the house next door!
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