My thoughts turn to my lover as I relax with my coffee on this perfect Sunday morning. As I lose myself in my reverie my hands wander over my body. I touch my skin in the way that my lover does; that light caress that makes me stop thinking and start feeling. I fantasise about straddling my lover as I grind on the pillow between my thighs; bucking my hips until I collapse onto the bed blissful and exhausted.
