I want him on his knees between my thighs.

I want him on his knees between my thighs. Sometimes I imagine a man kneeling between my thighs while I stay covered in my hijab. My legs would be spread, my heels digging into the floor, my anklet shining as it slides higher. I want him to look up at me while his mouth hovers over the wet heat between my legs. It makes me feel like a queen and a woman ready to be undone all at once. I would keep my hijab on because I like how it hides my hair while my body stays exposed. Sometimes I picture his tongue moving slow, tasting me, waiting for me to grab his hair. My breath would come fast, and my thighs would squeeze around his face without meaning to. I don’t tell anyone how badly I want this. It’s the secret that makes me wet in silence. I write because my fantasies burn too deep to stay hidden. If you want me to keep writing about how I want him on his knees, you can support my work.