Alone in bed

Sometimes when I’m naked in bed, alone, I’ll lay down on my stomach and spread my legs. Lift my hips up a little, gyrate, feeling the lips of my cunt hitting the sheets every time I move downwards. I might pause while I’m holding my hips up, canting them a little, feel the air hit my cunt. Eventually, the tempation gets too strong and I move a little more, often getting up on my hands and knees. Maybe I’ll be ass up, head down, ready to be fucked. Or I’ll be on all fours, my belly hanging down, my tits hanging, swaying as I move a little.

Sometimes, I picture someone watching me, enjoying the way my body looks, preparing to touch me, I’m showing off, being enticing. Other times, I picture someone there, telling me what to do. Telling me to move, to touch, to stop moving, hold still. Maybe I’ll slide a dildo in my cunt, pretend someone’s fucking me, or telling me to fuck myself. I might just leave it there, feel myself clenching around it, wanting more.

I enjoy feeling my body move in these ways, it makes me feel wanton, to spread my legs that way, gyrate my hips, to ask for it even as there is no one to ask it of. Sometimes the fantasy of someone seeing me, of someone knowing what I want and giving it to me, is more satisfying than the actual sex I have.

Tonight, I’m naked in bed, alone, my legs are spread, I’m waiting for you to show up.