Why would he want me?

I need release!

It’s been a few days since my last real interaction with Cameron. After my mind returned to my body, it did not escape me that he called me pretty. I’m sure it was just a figure of speech, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it. My body remembers how close he was when he leaned in, and I can still see the twinkle in his eye when he told me that there is more going on in my head. It’s like he saw right into my mind, and all the dirty thoughts that live in it.

Someone would never guess that while it is obvious I am a book worm, it’s not obvious that I love steamy romance novels that send shivers straight between my legs. Another hopefully not obvious fact is that I am a virgin and the most action I have ever gotten was a crap kiss in high school and my own hand. I would die of embarrassment if anyone knew what my guilty pleasure was. I read books about things I have never experienced, and probably never will; wishing that I was the kind of girl that men wanted to claim. No one would guess that I lay in bed at night fantasizing about all the dirty things I wish Cameron would do to me. Wanting to feel his hands touching me, rubbing all over me, and finally making me his.

“Ugh! I need release!” I yell to myself.

I can no longer stand the overwhelming feeling that’s all over my body and while I lay in bed I touch myself imagining its Cameron. I feel how wet I am while I tease my own cl*t and slip my fingers In**e me. I whisper Cameron’s name as I imagine him s***g on my n*****s and using his hand to make me scream his name, telling me that I am his and only his. I c*m with a loud moan and come down from my high as I listen to my own breathing and feel satisfied. I roll over and curl under the blankets wishing my fantasy would come true.