asra the arcana imeme i would die for you

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If I were there, I would hold your knees together and kiss up your thighs inch by inch, tiny little butterfly kisses to leave you whimpering and whining for more. You nod, and even though he cannot see you, he begins:ĭo you feel the warmth there? The heat from the night, the ache of the muscle as you strain and press? You let out a soft moan, and then your hand slips away from your breast. Suddenly you are alight, buzzing a little at the tip of each finger and toe.Ī final warmth settles over you, accompanied by the tightening of your abdomen. The cogs in your mind, despite being sleep-addled and possessing no problem solving skills whatsoever a such an hour, click and whirr as he says each word.Īnd suddenly no part of you is sleepy or coquettish or slurring your words. Your teeth catch on your bottom lip as your hand stills. Though maybe that’s my fault-I know you always love some… instructions whenever we play.” “Are you touching yourself, baby?” Asra murmurs.

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Your nipples tighten, and without thinking your free hand smooths up your stomach to cup a breast and flick one of the hard little buds. You feel the flush at your cheekbones, reaching straight out to the tips of your ears. The sounds of wet skin-on-skin, accompanied by his quiet groans. In the static silence, you hear the rustle of sheets. It takes you a few moments to realise exactly what this is.

“Mmmm…but if I wasn’t, would we be able to do this?” “So have you?” He asks, with a feigned coyness. Perhaps he had been trying and failing to sleep, too. You let out a choked noise, and he chuckles his own voice is soft, husky, a little slurred. Your heart stills and then leaps into action, fluttering against your ribcage while your gut twists and heats. “You always sound like you’ve been choking on my cock when I call at 3am.”

You grope for it, buried somewhere in the sheets after too long spent texting him where you should have been asleep.Įyes still half-closed, barely lucid, you bring the phone to your ear and murmur a throaty greeting without glancing at the screen. You are roused from your messy attempt at sleep by your buzzing phone. Where you won’t venture to his side of the bed out of hope that you might, by dawn’s first light, wake to find him stretched out there, lips parted in his soft breaths, white lashes fluttering against his cheekbones.īut it never happens, and so you merely spend those nights fading in and out of the darkness, alone but in the hopes that you will not be soon enough. Because of commitments that keep you both in each of your places, and so you are stuck with listless and sleepless nights where you can’t settle into the warmth of his touch.

The hardest nights are the ones where he is so close and yet so far, where you could easily find a car or a cab or a train and within a few short hours, find yourself just there with him.īecause of work. The hardest nights aren’t the ones where he is on the other side of the globe, and you are left imagining how hard you might have to try to reach through the Earth’s molten crust just to brush your fingertips against his. Feel free to play along at home when you get to the juicy part.įeaturing: so so so much dirty talk, phone sex, orgasm denial, instructional, mutual masturbation

#Asra the arcana imeme i would die for you how to#

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have Asra tell you how to get yourself off with your own fingers? Of course you have.