This is a more 'heated' write ... taking a chance and posting it here.

His words lingered ... like hitting rewind on the tape player,
Over and over they moved through her mind. He'd left her
dripping with pleasure, a free flowing river.

Warm, moist ... never ebbing ... she wanted to climax
... over and over.

Swollen, engorged lips that quivered and throbbed with
each thought. She fought the urge to touch, to dip into
the warmth and swim about. His image crossed her mind
now, leaving her wanting to ride all night.

The perfect phallic member he donned, left her wanting
more ... The thought of him had her lost in desire.

She rolled over, onto her side, her slick thighs sliding

A soft moan escaped her ...

This flowing desire, she wanted it not to ebb, not ever!
Sensations such as these have always left her excited,
thus letting her flow all the more. She reveled in
stimulation, the constant craving for heated acts,
predeliction of carnal delights.

She wanted him to fill her completely!

Her flesh ached all the more now, as she used strict
muscle control, and her body continued to flow with
moist passion.

Her thighs glisten in the moonlight coming through the
window of the room, the cool breeze exciting her more.
The sheet beneath her, damp from her excitement, cools
to the touch as she slips onto her back once more.

Still those words echo in her mind ... a lap dance all his,
leaving her riding high upon him until they collapse. Into
sleep she drifts, dripping honey, and into dreams of climactic
bliss ....