We met through mutual friends several years ago and exchanged numbers, but other relationships kept us silent until we recently crossed paths. I had forgotten how attractive she is: her smile, her eyes, her confident flirtatiousness. She makes me want to make love to her for hours and hours. She is beautiful.

I’ve never seen her in a dress, and the thought of it alone sends my mind spinning right now. Tight and toned, yet curvy and full in all the right places. The fabric must fall on her, perfectly draping every bend and every angle of her body. And those lips, mmmm, she has the most amazing lips: full and supple, always with a trace of a mischievous smile. All I can think about right now are her lips and what they might feel like on mine, on my neck and on my ears. I notice myself tracing my lips with my fingertips as my mind races with visions of her.

“FOCUS!” I tell myself. I nod again, feigning interest in the discussion at hand. Oh, the beauty of modern technology. The simple sound of a ring tone can practically make me orgasm. She has to have her own distinct ring, I need to be forewarned. It is somewhat torturous to not respond to her this instant, but it’s the kind of agony that makes life a little sweeter.

“Ding-Dong!” - she’s sent another text. She must really want me right now. I should just silence my phone, this is completely unprofessional… No one in this room has a clue what I am thinking about. They can’t tell that I am sitting here wondering what her tongue feels like against mine, what she sounds like when her body is shaking and shivering from my touch or what her skin tastes like when it is covered in sweat from the heat of our entangled bodies. Is she idly thinking about my hands and mouth all over her body? God, I love this game.

We’ve never had sex, we have never even kissed, but I already know what she likes. Her texts tell me what she wants me to do. (go to FlawLes.com for more).

Her nipples are her Achilles' heel: a light graze of my finger tips against them would make her dripping wet. The more I suck and gently bite, the more her legs will spread, begging me to please her. My mind wanders to thoughts of all the different ways I want the first time with her to be. I want to know how her body moves naked against mine, how amazingly wet she feels pressed against my thigh, my hands gripping tightly on her hips and ass, moving together in perfect rhythm. More than anything, I want to know what she sounds like. Will she scream out or quietly collapse in ecstasy, her breath a warm rush against my ears as she cums? I’ve never touched her, but I’ve imagined my hands inside her hundreds of times…fucking her slowly with my fingers, my mouth on her clit, licking and teasing her at the same time. I can practically taste her on my breath right now.