

I sat down to finish up some emails before hitting the pillows early tonight.
The windows are open and I have been enjoying the soft symphony of the wind rippling through the trees in the background all evening.
I live on a bit of land, and every minute or so those peaceful lulls give way to a burst of nature intended to heighten all the senses.
There's the sound, powerful yet calming.
The scent. Is it the newness that soaks in after a strong cleansing gust, or is it the sweet scent of autumn making her way into our lives once again?
The sight is incomparable, at least to me. Watching trees that are likely close to 100 years old being tossed to and fro like elaborate dancing dolls is breathtaking.
Then there's the part that gets to me most.
The feel of the the breeze, s soft as a lovers touch cascading over me. Sneaking up behind me and blowing gently over my neck.
As I lean into it the urgency begins to escalate, all senses heightened at once as a strong gust of air envelopes me, leaving me tingly, breathless, and ready.
So...incredibly....ready.
But alas, I find my self alone.
I settle back onto my pink satin sheets and watch as the curtains fill like sails.
I let my hands wander, moving lower, pushing my mans size t-shirt up.
The cool silk of my panties are like a lovers hand, moving the tiny piece of fabric aside and moving to my now throbbing clit.
So....are you enjoying your evening as well?