I have this insatiable need for you. I find myself thinking of you at the oddest moments. My memory creates a vivid picture. I could be standing in front of a group of people speaking and suddenly my voice will trail off and my eyes will stop focusing. I might be picturing the way you looked as I was on top of you, riding your dick, thrusting my hips to a vocal rhythm. Your eyes watching mine, half closed, as you bite your lip and give a soft moan. I will bring myself back to reality and continue the lecture... wondering if the men in the room can smell my heat, or see that my nipples are hard beneath my bra.
Perhaps I might be in a meeting, listening to one of the managers discuss the business issues we are dealing with, when suddenly his voice will become a buzzing distraction, and my mind's eye will not see the boardroom, but the bedroom. I will see you as you are above me, pounding into me, thrusting your hips at me, my legs in the air behind you, your face dripping sweat as you try to go deeper, faster and harder, making me moan, making me scream, making me cum. I will see your face, eyes closed, while you are concentrating on feeling the wet depths you are pumping your dick into. I will feel you, my hands wrapped around your biceps, your mouth leaning down to suck and bite on my nipples, your hips pushing against mine, your thick cock in me, making me crazy for more. Only crossing my legs under the table will awaken me to what is going on around me... making me wonder if the men in the room knew what I was thinking about as they looked at me questioningly. I was even asked if I was feeling all right. If they only knew just how "all right" I was feeling.