“Jane?” Maura whispered again. She didn’t want to wake her friend, despite her somewhat precarious position on the sofa, she looked peaceful. When Jane didn’t respond, Maura returned to her antique side table and pulled the drawer open carefully before reaching in for her ‘Jane book’ as she thought of it and pen. Sitting on the chair, she watched Jane for any sign of movement, the tell-tale signs she would soon wake. There was nothing, only the rhythmic breathing that came with a deep sleep.

She opened the journal and ran her fingers over the first half of the entry she’d begun earlier in the day. This was the book that Jane would never see, the desires she could never share for fear of yet another rejection. This was the place where she could tell Jane her most carnal desires and have Jane reciprocate them. The place where she didn’t have to be the well-read, educated Doctor Isles. It was where she could just be Maura. A woman, with needs, desires and fears.
  This was her Never Never Land.

She read the first paragraphs again, before taking a deep breath and continuing;

I want you, pressing up towards you, hoping I can tempt you into ***** me but with my sweet wetness only inches from your lips, you sit back, the look of disappointed desire that dances in your eyes only fuels my hunger to feel you inside me and yet I know I must wait.

Slowly you watch as my body twitches and screams, your eyes like bolts of electricity as you hungrily eye the feast before you, a feast that is solely yours.

As you creep in, your own wetness clear as you move, your lips now follow the well-known trail. I ache to press up into you, to ease this burning between my thighs and yet, I know somehow that my eagerness, rather than satisfying my hunger for you will only prolong my agony.

  As you gently nibble and tease my neck, I feel your *****; nipples hard and full of their own unquenched thirst caress my skin.

My ***** screams for you, my wetness begging for you to taste and fill me. Instead, I lay as still as I’m able, ignoring my increasing urgency to grab you, feast upon your exquisite taste and feel your body hum for me.