I wonder if you think about rolling my nipples between your fingers. I wonder if you daydream about me moaning your name when they start to harden. If you ponder on the breathy sigh that comes from my lips as my brain begins to relax. If you are interested in figuring out when my whimpers mean I have had enough versus let me do whatever you want me to do Sir. I wonder if you see my juices on your dick when you close your eyes and stroke yourself nice and slow. I ponder if you dream about chaining me to the wall above the bed and toying with me until you’re exhausted and I am a puddle. I wonder these things as my hands take me over the edge and I wonder what it will take to get you to make my idle thoughts a vivid memory for both of us.