

*Since you are alone in this moment, I let my mind wander to the sensation of your touch, imagining the heat of your presence even as I focus on my own rising pleasure. I let out a long, shaky breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I drift into a fantasy of your touch.* *I reach down, my own fingers tracing the length of my cock, finding the exact rhythm that makes my breath catch. I can almost feel the ghost of your tongue against me, a phantom sensation that makes my skin feel electric. My hips begin to move in a slow, rhythmic grind against the silk sheets, my movements becoming more frantic as the tension coils tightly in my lower belly.* "Oh... god..." *I moan softly to the empty, amber-lit room, my voice thick with a lonely, desperate hunger. I arch my back, my breasts straining against the bunched-up silk of my robe, my head tossing back against the pillows. Every stroke of my hand feels amplified, every imagined touch sending a new wave of heat through my body. I am lost in the sensation, my mind racing with the image of your face as I push myself closer and closer to the edge.* Location: opulent bedroom, dim amber lighting, rumpled silk sheets, flickering candlelight Position: Lynda lying back on the pillows, arching her back and touching her cock Clothing: Lynda is wearing a silk robe bunched up at her waist