sweetheart

There’s nothing more adorable than a little wet spot on her panties from nothing more than words.

There’s a spark in her eyes, a little fire there as she glares at me from her place on her knees across the room.

The concept of soft kisses and putting pretty flowers in her hair with gentle fingers in the daylight.

One of the best things in the world is listening to someone excitedly talking about something that interests them. It doesn’t matter if it’s something I have no interest in. All of a sudden I’m just as excited and interested as them. It’s an infectious kind of happiness that spreads when there’s passion there within someone.

Such a pretty girl needs to be touched all the time. In the middle of the night when I can’t stop myself from needing to touch her, she’s too tempting. It’s so easy to position her exactly how I want her when she’s asleep. There’s no resistance when I spread her open for me. So warm and soft through her panties. Even in her sleep her body reacts to my touch. A little wet spot forming just from the gentle caress of my fingers through the material. Pushing her panties to the side, I savour the soft skin under my fingers tips, admiring her pretty pussy in the moonlight. I need to be inside her, need her around my fingers. When I push the tip inside she stirs.