Slept with a smile on my face. Woke up in the afternoon. Worked my to do list. Took a shower, groomed, like I had a date with some real actual sex. He said after 4 p.m. to call him, however with work around the house it would have to be later. Putting around doing stuff, anything to keep my mind off of him and a potential cum session. He worked me up badly earlier in the morning it was hard to keep from coming; I wanted to prolong this. Dv had me warmed up Friday ready for a session. So now it's Sunday and the player has switched. I'm eager.
I set up my studio; plugged in the heater and set up my red light. Mood. Took some pictures. I liked the red light reflecting off my laptop. The red light was casting a sexy glow. Spent the time writing and listening to music. A few tincture drops and then waiting for the effects. Just chilling. Combination of writing and my playlist has me starting to warm up nicely. By 11 p.m. I'm ready. I need to hear him again. I took a picture of my keyboard showing the key "insert". Then I sent a picture of me just after we parted ways years ago. I'm in a black cowboy hat, long red hair cascading down my shoulders, bent over a chair showing sexy cleavage. A couple minutes after I get a text from him. Can you talk? I'm excited. He's at a bar and it's loud. But I can still hear him. Blah blah blah and lots of yada yada yada an hour or so later he's finally leaving for his parents house. Some sexy talk sprinkled in while on car ride home. The sound of his voice makes my face smile, and my panties wet. I remember his parents house so it was like I was there too, with him. It was late so he was trying to be quiet. He begins talking about life stuff, when I pull my toy out. I can't take it. Wonder if he'd notice the humming. If he did what would he say. I slide my vibrator down my pants. My panties are wet and my clit is engorged waiting for a lick or a flick. He's asking serious questions about this and that. I can't for the life of me remember what he was talking about. I was using his voice. His breathing. His laugh. My vibrator is humming nicely on my clit. I'm close so how do I handle my moaning? When I cum he's going to notice. My thigh muscles get tighter the closer I get. Before moving to another subject he asks me a question. Quickly my brain scrambles to what was discussed and give him a blanket answer. Every time he switches topic I feel like my clit resets herself. I was so close to cumming. In all of it's existence, my vibrator hasn't had to work so hard. I started to have a little panic and thought what if I fucking run out of battery juice. Frustrated. We need to get this going. He switches to family. My family. Ah man. Come on now. Really? This is how it's going? "Kind of a buzz kill." I said while biting my lower lip and rolling myself over onto my stomach. I didn't know if I'd finish this. I started to pull my vibrator out He asks, "How so?" I politely and matter of factually tell him a couple of times within the past 10 minutes I was about to come. That I haven't been able to control myself while he was talking and I started in on myself. Also that my vibrator has been buzzing and I felt like my batteries were going to die. Without missing a beat (drummer pun intended) he starts in on me, just with his sexy nervous are you serious laugh. I'm wet and my clit is alert; ready. "Are your legs shaking?" he softly says. "Ah my god, there you are." I whisper out in a breathy exhale. A little moan escapes me. I roll back over to my back. Sliding myself down my floor mat, in my studio, I unfold some of it so I can stretch out my legs without hitting the cold tile floor. Legs are splayed and stretch, I'm taking him in. His voice is wonderfully in stereo through my earbuds. Another moan escapes me. I'm imaging him here with me. My legs wide open and ready for him, coming closer to me telling me he wants so badly to make me cum. To hear me. I'm already so close when he whispers, "I remember your thighs would shake while I was sucking on your clit. Remember how I could make you shake?" Back arching, head turned towards my left arm I moan back, "Yessssss. I loved you licking my clit." My breathing is deepening, "Only you could make me cum that way." Shorter breaths are escaping me. "I can tell when you're getting close." he confidently whispers. I'm biting my lip. Fffffuuuuucccck, I am getting close. I want him so badly here. Touching me. Stroking my feet. The thought is making wetter. My vaginal muscles clenching waiting in anticipation for his dick, his finger, and or his tongue, when he says, "You're shaking now aren't you? " My voice is quiet, as my body is pulling energy to my pussy, " Yaaaasssss. Please I am shaking." He says, "You are very close. I remember you hold your breath a little bit longer." My breath hitches at his remembrance of my orgasms. Breasts tighten up as my nipples get hard. desiring his hot mouth on them. Flicking them with his tongue, sucking. I need him inside of me. Legs spreading wider shaking more. "I loved looking into your eyes, hold your hand when your were cumming." he quietly adds just at the right moment. He knows what to say and when to say it. Not surprising since we've had countless phone sex sessions while he was on tour. Memories of us fucking, making out and making love come rushing back. One last quick inhale, then follows short quick moaning exhales while a rush is flooding me starting from my pulsing clit. I cry out, " oh gawd I'm so close. Don't stop talking. I'm going to cum." My quivering thighs are trying to clamp at a body that isn't there. My pussy is contracting wanting something to grip. A few higher pitched moans followed by a long exhale. My body is releasing. Faintly with reverence as he knows it not just an orgasm, but waves, he says, "I've missed this. Hearing you cum. Making you cum. Looking into your eyes. Gripping hands while cumming at the same time." My waning orgasm wave is starting to slow down. I can feel my vaginal muscle jolts slowing down. And with that a tear escapes me. Another memory. He was the only one that could move me to tears during and after sex. I haven't been emotionally and sexually deep with another since him. I've missed that so much. I pull my earbud out to move the mic from my face. I needed more of a release. Not wanting him to know what was happening I started quietly sobbing. I put the earbud back in, unsure if in my head or aloud, "I hate you." I tell him.
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