Today felt like fall for the first time. Big gray clouds rolled in most of
the day, slowly pushing the warmth from the air, and gradually darkening
the sky. Outside, the leaves are just beginning to turn shades of amber
and crimson. It's evening now, and through my open window I can hear the
breeze whisper in the trees and smell the sweetness of the rain that's
beginning to drizzle.

My big brass bed is made up with white ruffled linen, and I've put an extra
quilt on, because the night promises to be a chilly one. Except for the
spot that's warmed by my body heat, the sheets are cool around me. I feel
lonely thinking about you, %fname%. 

Do you want me to continue?
~QYN

So I've laid down on my back, sinking into the big, fluffy pillows, fanning
my wavy, long hair around my face. My eyes are closed and my long, thick
lashes flutter as I begin to relax.

My body is warm from the thought of your strong arms around me, so I lay
naked on top of the covers, with nothing on to shield me from your
imaginary view. Thinking of you holding me, takes all the tension from my
body, and I lay languidly with one hand over my head and the other draped
carelessly over my belly, my legs slightly open. I love you, %fname%.

As I dream about you touching me, I take my fingers and, pretending they're
yours, slowly trace the outline of my full, moist lips, then run my hand
down to cup first one heavy breast, then the other, squeezing and rolling
each nipple until it is taut and hard. I imagine the roughness and the
strength of your hands, %fname%' hands, on my skin, and it feels wonderful.

Should we continue?
~QYN

My other hand still rests on my belly. I can feel the wiry hair from
below, tickling the ends of my fingertips, and curling under my long, red
nails. As I continue to play with my breasts, my hips begin to arch up
slowly, searching and wanting.

I picture you leaning over me and kissing my neck, licking the tops of my
breasts with your soft, wet tongue as you reach down to touch me. I let my
own fingers caress the heat between my legs and pretend it's you. I wonder
what it would feel like, %fname%, to have your hot tongue licking between
my legs!

My breasts are firm and aching now, and a thin film of sweat covers my
body, as my hips move a little faster and I let my fingers slide inside
me, feeling my wetness cover them, as I imagine your hard, stiff cock
pressing into me.

At the thought of you inside me, my whole body reacts. In my mind, I can
see your broad shoulders over me, and feel your wide hands braced of me.
As my hips thrust up and down and my fingers move in and out of my wet
hole, I imagine your strong hips pounding against me. I'm so wet and
excited now by the thought of you that I can feel my juices running down
my bottom and hear them squishing between my hands and my crotch.

My whole body is hot now, yearning for release,  as I picture you arching
your back and thrusting into me one last time. I can almost feel your
hardness pulsate as your hot cum fills me, bringing my own shattering
orgasm. I feel my insides contract around my fingers.

The covers are twisted and damp beneath me now, and I feel sleepy and
content as I slide between the sheets and curl up to sleep and dream of
you. As I reach up to touch my lips one more time, and imagine kissing you
slowly, I taste and smell the murky odor of my sex, and imagine offering
my fingers for you to suck, as I caress your rough cheeks and kiss you
good-night. I love you, %fname%.  That's all for now ...