Textual Lustful Ramble (Patreon)

I'm imagining a long night of gentle conversations.

Sheltered from a snowstorm, we idly share our minds, curious to hear more. Excited to learn more. To look at you while you talk, to hear you laugh. Smile. There's something so beautiful in our shared humor, our willingness to listen, in that subtle way we both acknowledge how much we're enjoying this. It feels good to just be with you. It feels safe.

Eventually, you decide not to brave the storm. It's a little scary to go out, and far, far too cold. Instead you're offered a spot in my bed to sleep tonight. We're good friends after all, we should be able to manage that.. right?

Right.

An extra tooth brush just for you. A new domestic feeling of sharing a nightly routine. Taking turns to shower. To get warm and clean before we get into bed. You get a shirt to sleep in. We keep it sweet. We keep it together.

Right..

It's in our private mutual imagination that it all comes undone. We both know that we're capable of platonic, warm cuddles. We can fall asleep. Lulled by the sound of soft breathing and the wind outside. Try as we might, all soft and comfortable, spooning in the night, our minds each inevitably fail to not go to the places they always go before bed.

To the thoughts of one another.

Of the things we secretly long for, but don't share. Unable to.

This night however, we're not apart. We can't give in to the fantasies spun up by our minds in our lack of physical touch. That yearning for touch. For scent..

The physical touch is right there. Tangible. Manifesting itself already in small grabs and shuffles. In little hip movements. In the small spots our skin meet. That all too familiar craving for one another is now painted on our bodies. Laid bare.

The way your breath hitches. The way my sighs grow more vocal. The way you push back a little. Feeling it against you. There's no point in trying to deny the arousal. It's painfully obvious. But even then, we remain quiet. No words. Just our breaths filling the room. The shuffling around. The sighs..

We're not giving in.

We're not going to give in.

We're just cuddling.

We're just feeling good, and staying warm.

Happy with the comfortable company.

To be close to a friend.

To be safe.

To feel the underwear slide to the side as it pushes in all the way. Filling you up. Your wetness almost as revealing as your moans. How badly you need this. How badly we need this.

I need you.