Lunch Break

I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.

Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…



I wrap my arms around you as soon as you walk in the room. Your hand goes into my hair, tilting my head back. My knees go weak when your lips find my neck. A sigh escapes me when your other hand finds my breast. You shift my head so you can kiss the other side of my neck. I moan a little in protest when your other hand moves but you slide it over my hip and cup my ass, pulling me tight against your erection. Your hand moves again, sliding between us to rub me through my clothes. Your mouth covers mine, swallowing a wimper. My knees buckle and you guide us both to the sofa, pulling me on top of you. Your hand runs up the back of my thigh and around my hip to find me again, wet and aching for you. We come up for air and I moan your name, missing your lips on mine. You laugh softly and increase the pressure of your hand.

“I’ve missed you, too.”


Soon, very soon, a first hello, a first touch, a first kiss…

Will we linger over the first hello or be too anxious for contact?  What will your skin feel like under my lips?  How will you taste?  Will your kisses leave me weak?  Will my touch make you tremble?  Will your scent linger on my clothes to remind me of you after we part?  What will we discovery when we’re finally in front of each other instead of so far apart……?


I’ve been waiting for you…

It’s been too long.  Your scent overwhelms me, quickly followed by your hands trying to touch me everywhere at once.  Your kisses set me on fire.  Clothes won’t come off fast enough.  We try to make it across the room but I stop and pull you to the floor.  I free you from your jeans at the same time you realize I’m naked under my dress.  We both sigh as you sink into me.  I’ve been waiting for you…

Where are you…

You’ve gotten quiet.  I miss our late-night conversations.  Hearing your voice.  Watching you smile.  But I know how to get your attention.

I’ll leave you a message.  Here, where I know you’ll see it.  I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me.  I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.

I wonder where you’re off to.  I know, you won’t tell me.  You like to keep me guessing…


You’ve been gone so long

Too long without the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, the taste of your lips

I need a distraction to keep the ache at bay

Something to keep me from replaying your last message just to have you in my ear

I’ve sat on my hands more than once, wishing you were close enough to touch

To run my fingers through your hair, pull you close enough to catch your lips with mine

I need to feel your breath on my skin, your body heat, the weight of you above me

I need to feed this addiction

Come back soon…


I kiss my way up your chest, teasing your nipples.  Your hands are on my breasts, teasing mine.  I raise my hips enough to slide you inside me.  I put my hands over yours, holding them in place as I sit up and settle onto you.  You brace your arms as I push against you with each stroke.  I watch you while I twist my hips ever so slightly.  You’re breathing hard, almost ready.  I pick up speed and watch your eyes roll back.  My own release starts to ripple through me as you moan my name.  I feel your arms go slack and settle onto your chest.  Your lips find mine while the tremors fade.