I Can Just Imagine

Dear Diary,

I’ve always wanted to kiss her. I just can’t help but think about it. I always imagine it as us lying down on our sides, facing each other. I think the hand on the bottom side

(probably my right) would be on her face or in her hair. The other hand, I think, would be on her side, falling in at the smallest part of her waist, just under her boobs. I’m not

sure what her hands would be doing, same as mine perhaps? Or with one hand on the small of my back and one curled between us. I can just picture that hand moving to the

side to grip my side and just running a thumb over my tit. She’d probably comment on how small it was cause she’s just a little bitch like that. I can imagine her funny little look

of “hey!” when I would reach under her shirt to unhook and pull off her bra whilst still having her by he lips and hair. I can imagine pulling my body away from hers to reach to

pull off my bra as well, before leaning hard into her again. I think I would gasp at the feeling of her clothed nipples rubbing against mine, and her heavy breasts soft. I don’t

know if I would prefer our shirts on, to hide my self-consciousness, or off to feel skin to skin. I do think she would moan a little, a short little whimper, as our tongues slid

around each other though, and I think that would make me pull our shirts off. It’s funny, though I’d never have guessed it before liking her, I think I would actually be a little

aggressive instead of painfully passive as usual. I’m not sure what I would do first once her shirt came off. I think I would first pull her against me, to feel her breasts flush up

against mine. I think her bottom hand would have slid up to cup a breast while the other one would slide down to my butt to pull our hips together and coax a leg up around her

hips before bending her leg through mine and moving her hand back to squeeze my buttocks with a contented sigh. Having had my arms around her back, I would move the top

one down to cup what of her breasts I could while moving my head down between hers and the pillow to suck at her neck. I think after massaging them and pulling at them

gently, I would move down to do to her nipples what I had done to her tongue earlier. I can almost hear how she would moan my name and lightly somewhere just above my

head. I don’t think she would let herself be outdone for long though, she would move her hand down to unbutton my pants and push the zipper down before sliding her hand

down into my panties. There I don’t think she’d tease my clit long before moving to slide a finger inside and undulate it against my walls while lapping up my gasps. I would

have to take a moment to regain enough of my composure to return the favor and not draw blood from her back. I would have to out-do her though, angling my hand so my

thumb could play at her clit while my other fingers penetrated her. I think before long we would be grinding into each other, so wracked with pleasure we could do little other

than pant hotly in each other’s face, until we came, arching spectacularly, thrusting wildly until the last wave of pleasure receded. Then I can practically see her pulling her hand

out and absently sucking on it while cuddling up before settling in for a little catnap.

When will she understand Harry just isn’t what she needs?