I just want to cuddle...

Okay. So, I realize now that I'm in that stage after the breakup where I'm craving human touch. I'm seriously about to rape my pillow. It's not that horny feeling that I usually get, either. It's this insatiable need to be held and comforted and feel like I'm being taken care of.

I rework the scenario in my head every nite before I fall asleep... I'm laying in bed in my cotton bra and thong. The sheets feel so soft and the night air has just enough cold in it to make it sting. That's when he presses his body against mine from behind... nestling his growing hardness between my ass cheeks. He pulls me close, wrapping his arm around my torso, right underneath my breasts. His other hand strokes my head, tracing my layered black hair cascading down my body. I press back into him, closing the gap so every inch of my skin is pressing against his. He starts to smell my hair, taking in my scent, which makes me go wild. I love it when a man is intoxicated by me.

He brushes my hair away, revealing my bare neck and starts kissing it. It's the kind of kiss that is gone before you realize it's there, the kind you can only return if you playfully flick your tongue back, hoping to catch his lips before they're gone. I moan, gently and affectionately, and his kisses turn into tender bites on my skin. I feel his hand run along the side of my body, encircling my breast, down my side, dipping at my waist, then up my hips, and down my thigh. I place my hand on his and guide it up then down and back again, letting him feel everything. He slips his fingers underneath the strap of my thong, and just when I think he's about to touch me, he playfully snaps my thong, leaving a teasing sensation on the inside of my hip.

I turn around, smiling a mischievious smile, like I already know what I'm going to do to get him back. But before I can enact my plan, he pulls me close, strokes my face and tells me I'm beautiful. I melt. I take his jaw in my palm and his ear in my fingertips and I press my lips against his; they are so soft. He kisses back, more eager and excited, then pulls me on top of his body. My palms are resting against his chest, half supporting me, half pushing him away. But my lips and tongue want nothing more than to taste all of him.

I start kissing his chest, running my fingernails down his ribs, tickling him. He pulls my arms down to the side and leans forward for a kiss. I force him back down, straddling him, and get him to free my wrists. My mouth goes straight for his nipples as I feel him arch his back a little. I love it, being in control of his body. It turns me on. I gently bite my way down his torso, which makes him convulse into tiny, miniscule orgasms, making my way down to his throbbing shaft. I wrap my lips around it, through his boxers, and watch him look at my audacity. Then, I nuzzle his balls with my nose, and mock-lick them through the fabric. And just when my fingers are rolling down his boxers, ready to reveal his fuck staff, he pulls me up, kisses me, and says, "I just want to cuddle..."