I love my body too much.

I don't have flawless skin. I don't have perfect breasts or the roundest ass or the smoothest skin.

But I love my body.

When I'm naked and it's dark and it's just me under the covers... I have to touch myself. My mind becomes flooded with memories of sex past and my breathing comes short and sharp and I squeeze my thighs together in order to dispel the urge... but it doesn't work.

Once my skin feels my skin, I start to lust for myself. I yearn for the feel of my wetness on my fingers. I yearn for the feel of his velvet cock inside me... but he's far away so I please myself as I please.

I reach down and stroke the ready button and the shock of my cold fingers on my warm clit sends a shudder through me that forces my thighs together, increasing the pressure, the feeling...

I stroke myself slowly, leisurely, eyes closed... thinking of the last time we made love... the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me... I try to replicate that sensation with a finger slid into my pussy. It comes nowhere near his thickness, but it helps.

I breathe quickly as I feel a pre-orgasm pull me closer... but I'm not in a hurry. I want to enjoy this time with my body. Learning it all over again, discovering new things to share with him the next time... wondering if I'll squirt again this time... wondering what he'll say if he knew what I was doing.

So I call him.

"I want you to hear me come".

He drops what he's doing...

"Breathe baby..."

So I breathe, and I stroke and I squeeze and I touch as he tells me to. I cup my breasts and flick my nipples. I do it better than he would, but only because I know my body so well. He's still learning... I like teaching.

He listens to me as my breathing quickens and my body arches in a bow of exquiste pleasure. It's white hot, on the threshold of pain and I want it to never end. But end it must.

I explode and I come back to earth. I blow him a kiss and I fall asleep.

So you see I can't sleep naked. My body distracts me.