I’m lying on my bed in the hotel. It’s dark and cool. The only light is from the partly open curtains. It’s been 30 years since I slept with a man. The dam is just about to burst.

I run my hand down my tummy, enjoying the feel of my satin nightie against my hand, but also against my tummy. My fingers reach the scalloped detail on the waistband of my powder blue g-string panties. I love the femme feel of a smooth front – my tiny cock is tucked away out of sight, where it belongs – I roll onto my side and drag the hem of my nightie up over my soft backside. My idly wandering fingers soon find their way between my cheeks and I bend my upper leg to allow them easier access.

I slowly run a finger down the thin cotton ribbon of my panties, nestled between my buttocks. I can feel the heat emanating from my hole through the thin cotton and lace and I let out a gentle sigh as my fingers find the delicate soft opening. It yields to their gentle pressure. First one, and then two fingers. Sliding in and out, probing, searching for my pleasure centre.

A delicate bead of pre-cum has formed on the tip of my little cock that's poking out between the top of my milky smooth thighs. I scoop it up with a finger and bring it too my lips, savouring its delicious sweetness.

I need to satisfy this craving.

This yearning to feel the weight of a man on top of me. To wrap my legs around his waist as he drives his cock deep inside me. To feel his heavy, full balls slapping against my soft smooth bottom as he fucks me… and later when we’re both covered in sweat, panting and exhausted… the feeling as they gently rise and fall as they empty their precious load inside me.