The Drink We Never Had.

Its quiet as I sit here in my t-shirt. In my hand the glass is cold and I can hear the crackle as the ice is broken by the heat of the liquor. The light from the open fire sends shadows over my skin. Fresh from the shower at the end of the day I’m alone without you writing poetry:

I like the way the Jack Daniels kisses my mouth
Its smokey darkness caresses my tongue
It is cold from the ice as I swallow a slow sip
Letting the liquor warm the softness of my mouth
My sweetened pink tongue licks my lips
And when I breathe out I can taste the bourbon on my tongue;
An aftertaste of warmth.
When I think of your mouth drinking the same
My senses swirl and I want to tangle tongues and tastes
Mix myself with your self.

I pour myself another and whether I am hot from the bourbon or the fire, or maybe both, I take my t-shirt off and sit in front of the fire naked, enjoying the warmth of the flames and the mellow feeling from the drink. I take a piece of ice from the glass and smooth it over my nipple, watching it grow and darken from the cold and feeling the sensation echoed inside. Eyes closed, I imagine you are here with me and run the ice over my other nipple. I shiver with pleasure from the pleasure pain. I feel sensual and relaxed and I want you here with me to enjoy the ice, the bourbon and me.

Lips parted and eyes dreamy I swallow the bourbon and breathe out a slow sigh as I twist my nipple slowly. My pussy clenches with pleasure and I feel myself getting wet. I mix the bourbon and ice with my finger and then run my finger over my throbbing clit. It reacts to the cold and I feel it tighten and grow, so beautiful as I slip my finger inside myself and rub gently. I am warm and wet. I want my finger to be your cock and need more.

I’m pinching my nipple with one hand and decide to taste my juice and suck on my slippery finger imagining it is your thick cock. I am so turned on for you and want you so much. I pick up my glass and trickle the last of the bourbon over my breasts, watching it tickle its way over my hard pink nipple and down my skin where it stops for a few seconds in my belly button before finishing its journey in my open pink pussy. The tickling sensation is driving me nuts and I just have to finish this torture without you.

It won’t take long. I am so close to coming from the sensations of liquid tickling me, ice singeing my skin, hands and fingers pleasuring me and my own imagination picturing you with me, your cock deep in me as my fingers work in and out of my swollen wet pussy and I come in a hot explosive rush of intense sensation, a gasp of wonder panted from my open mouth muti-coloured stars exploding behind my closed eyes.

Oh baby, I think, I want another drink!