I woke up feeling it. The slow burn in my core, almost unnoticeable at first, but lingering. Building. The heightened sensitivity of my skin; the brush of my own fingers against my neck gave me pause. It felt unusually good. It led me to imagine other sensations on that same spot... lips pressing, tongue exploring, fingers... tightening. I was home alone, so naturally my imagination started to wander even further. I imagined the lips making a soft, wet trail up the side of my neck to my ear, lingering on the lobe, letting me feel warm breath and ending with a gentle nibble.
