RING… What am I doing? Oh nothing, just thinking of you… (hot, sexy, black *** you) Running my fingers through my hair (pulling firmly from the roots), moving lower to stroke my brow (minute beads of desire already beginning to form), moving lower across my neck (the faint pulse growing faster and stronger). All the while thinking of you… Moving lower to my nipples (imagining your lips holding them firmly as your tongue performs tricks), lower still to my hips (already finding their own rhythm), Even lower to that den of sin (already pulsating and warm). Swaying back and forth until a light so bright robs me of sight and explodes... into you. WHEW!!!! I’m sorry, what am I doing? …just thinking about you.