Flight Home

I am breathless with the thought of you. Despite the cool air vent on the flight, I am feverish. You are not physically near but I can feel the power of your grip on my delicate throat nonetheless. I swallow hard and encourage my body to relax and imagine you consuming me.

Behind closed lids, I see and feel your dark eyes penetrate me. Your heavy voice whispers in my head over the roar of the engines.

Anticipation fills me. I am overdue for your discipline. I await your touch.
My nipples stiffen at an imagine pinch.
A spank.
A bite.
Anything Sir.

I long to be the object of your attention. My pussy aches to feel your full cock recapture me.

I rush home to you.

And whatever you desire of me, Sir.