I want you to reach around and fill your hands with ass for me. Cup your smooth soft skin because I can’t. Feel the faultless flesh glide under your fingers.

Now squeeze it for me. Squeeze it. Hard. Dig your fingers into the soft tissue for me. Press in with your nails — that’s it — until your skin excites. Dig, darling. Impress your purpose into that perfect undulating shape.

Do as I would and own your ass with your hands.

I would if I were there.

Now I want you to trace the recessed arc of flesh rimming the bottom of your ass, where ass becomes leg and your leg becomes a soft, round invitation to me. A solicitation. A fleshy “come fuck me” sign you turn on for me when you know I’m watching you.

Now slide your fingers along that line.

That’s my tongue. Feel that line get moist. That is where I would drag my teeth were I there. Feel the skin thrill as I scrape and abrade it.