Longing...

Sometimes my longing for him is so intense.

I think of you, the way your hands feel on my skin,
the way you taste, the scent of your skin.

Today I was without him.

But every time I thought of him my breathing got shallow, and my pulse quickened, my body would tremble, my nipples hard, my pussy slick. Can the others tell?

My fingers, not like his, fumbling, giving little release...

Please fuck me?

Please?