Sexual.

I can’t keep my mind from thinking about his fingers running along the length of my body, his fingertips gracing the softness of my skin like feathers, and the way my body twitches in pleasure. It’s been four months since we’ve seen each other last; four months since my body has been touched in such ways, and four months since I’ve felt his massive cock slide inside of me. Four months.

The dirtiest of thoughts pop into my mind at the worst of times, and I swear that if I were a man instead of a woman, I would be in so much trouble by now. Females are lucky in the way that when they are turned on, there is no physical evidence visible to those surrounding you.

Out of nowhere, a mental image of my boyfriend’s cock enters in my mind. This happens multiple times a day, and it’s not just "Oh hey, there beautiful penis, it’s nice to see you…" No. It’s like a personal mini-porno just for me. I see his cock slowly harden, while he’s gently caressing himself at the thought of me growing wet for him. Then from there, I see him make his way toward me, and now that he’s made me so wet from watching him touch himself, he ever so gently and oh so slowly slips the thick cock of his inside of me. It’s that first thrust, I tell you, that makes me weak in the knees… even just thinking about it gets me ready to go.

His cock, though, is an absolute masterpiece. It’s not too long, but more than long enough, and so thick that I’m touched in all the right places at all times. It’s no wonder why thoughts of him make me weak, and that I can never get him out of my mind.

We made this vow to each other, since we will see each other very soon, that we will no longer masturbate until we are together again. While this sounds so easy, especially for a female, it’s not. These thoughts of him keep me on edge all the time, making me want to cum at the images of us together.

I cannot wait…