| Straight: Masturbation: All Alone and Missing You (1/3) |
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I was off work today and hoping to spend some time with you. I was disappointed to find that you had to leave for business, not just for tonight, but for several days. Neither of us were pleased but it was especially not good timing for me, since my passion has been on the rise for several days now. Last night was so incredibly good, and just thinking about it makes me wet all over again. You knew you would be gone for several days, and I think you’re as unhappy about it as I am. So you made a point of loving me all through the night, with none of the boundaries you sometimes impose on me when you have an early day afterwards. But my mood lately is one of the insatiable. I look down across my naked flesh and see the marks you left there. Passion bites you call them. All over my inner thighs and on my breasts, my neck and ass. You left no part of me unmarked by you. I can still smell your scent on the pillow beside me and I pull it to me, inhaling the musky male fragrance that is uniquely yours. My fingers reach to my breasts, loving the way they harden just from the scent of you near me. My mind takes me back to when you left the marks upon me. I can feel your lips on my thighs, sucking as your hand pleasures me, sliding inside of my body and rubbing me in deliciously hard strokes, teasing before pleasing. And finally your tongue licking me relentlessly until I was quivering from the multiple releases you brought me to. My own hand reaches between my legs, softly massaging, as my mind wanders. I remember your lips at my breast, sucking my nipples until they were tender and swollen, leaving your mark upon the delicate flesh as your body impaled me with your throbbing cock, claimed me repeatedly. Your strength holding My own fingers slide inside my folds, smoothing the wetness they find around the silky skin there, teasing the tight distended flesh of my clit. My head rests back upon your pillow and I sigh as sensations evoke even more memories. In my mind I see you above me, gazing intently into my eyes as you continue to stroke me with your hardness, slow and deep, and I saw the passion in yours, the love you felt for me, mixed with the physical pleasure our bodies gave to each other. And when you could restrain no more, you brought me with you, to join with you in a shattering climax. It was then you marked my neck, in the aftermath of that sweet joining. Your mouth sucking deeply, tasting my skin, enjoying my flavor. My fingers slide deeper inside of myself, keeping a slow rhythm that raises the beating of my heart and quickens my breath. The heel of my palm presses against my clit, the pressure brings such incredible pleasure. I remember sleeping, spooned against you, your arms around me making me feel safe and loved. And I woke to the feel of your hands on my breasts, pinching the already tender nipples into hard buds. I woke slowly, enjoying the feeling of arousal that was silently stealing through my body. Your lips were on my neck, your hot breath sent shivers across my skin. Your hardness was pressing against me from behind. I soon felt your hand rub something on me, something warm and oily, along my ass and forward |
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