Laying in bed, I was thinking about him. Just random images, words uttered, smiles. My face getting warm .. and my breathing a little shallow. Fingers traced up and down my stomach, softly pinching my nipples, running lightly over my pubic hair. One finger delved between the lips .. I wasn't planning on arousal .. I was so, so tired and just wanted to fall off into my dreams. But I was so wet. Two fingers exploring the slippery familiar grounds .. gently to the top .. around the hard bud. All I pictured was his face. I could hear him say my name .. the timbre of his voice. Biting my lip - I do that when I'm turned on. One finger either side of my clit .. hardly any pressure to start but it needs more almost instantly. Breath held, small whispering moans, fingers pressing harder .. like they want to pin the feeling down for keeps .. legs open wider .. Shuddering.

Breathe deep. Shoulders relax. Chest a little damp with sweat. Slowly drag my hand up from under the covers .. musky smell .. taste.

I don't think I've ever come so effortlessly. Never so strongly with only the image of a face in my minds eye.