My head consumed by imagination; tried to push out the negative thoughts. He said he would call at 9 pm. Closer to 10 pm and I sent him a message asking if anything happened since the last time we talked Thursday. I will need time to get over my knee jerk reaction when I don't hear from him. Left alone with my negative thoughts. I can see he opened the snap with the link to my post yet he hadn't mentioned whether he read the post. Afraid he's thinking I am too intense or doesn't want me to write about him. I was full of tics today. Finally he messaged me, he apologized saying he went out to dinner.
I called or he called, can't remember. He switched to video. Oy. Nervous. What if he doesn't look as I remember or what if he doesn't like how I look? Oddly my tics are taking the pressure off of this insecurity, but then I'm scared I really look weird. My breath, shortens when I see him. Been so long, I've missed him. I could've cried. Still hot. My tics started acting up pretty badly; I was excited emotionally and physically. He hadn't brought up the post I made about him and every time I wanted to bring it up my tics started up. I was so nervous asking him about the writing. My sexual line I don't want to cross is I want to wait until I was with him to have an orgasm. I will more than happily deliver facetimes of me coming along with nudes after we've been physically together. I think it would be a great tortuous form of foreplay. Sexy pics or coming through voice chats only. However when it comes to him, my line gets blurred or disappears altogether; I become a soft moldable pliable subject waiting for his tools and words to guide and shape me. I told him how I love the way he looks at me. Him wanting to know what that looks like I explained it looks like he wants to savor me slowly and then savagely devour me. Natural dom in him. And although I'm not so much a brat he brings her out of me; I think that might be his unbeknownst kink. I can't help but start to feel on my breasts. He says he wants to see the bottom of one. Ahhh a sexy peek. Now cleavage and side boob is okay but when I see the bottom of the breast I instantly get turned on. I slip my hand under my shirt and sports bra and grab a handful of my breast. I check the mirror next to me to see if my large areola is covered sufficiently with my hand. I slowly slide my shirt up and expose the sexy bottom portion of my swelling breast as requested. He then tells me take my sport bra off. I tic forward, my tics happen when I'm excited. My dead give away as I'm for sure sexually excited. However I'm struggling with my line I didn't want to cross. I really want him to see all of me in person first. I think it would be sexier. But my tits, I can't keep my hands off of them. Especially, seeing that smile come across his lips viewing the bottom of my partially exposed breast. I want to see him smile that way again. Using my bent knees, I pull a pillow up to my chest, propping up I reach under my blanket and pull my shirt up over my head. After I pull off my sports bra I slip my shirt back on. Feels so good to be free. I can't help but play with them even more and tug at my nipples. My tits feel so full eager to be touched. Biting my lower lip, I grab and knead my tits while he's watching; feels so amazing. Another of my line was to not to cum through video chat; I want it with him first. I can feel my lines melting away as I slip my hand under my blanket. He asks where my hand is going and what is it doing. I pull it back up to my mouth, slip my two fingers in my mouth and give it a wet lick and suck. A sly smile escapes me. I am incorrigible. In a soft moan, I tell him I can't help this and not sure I can stop this. He asks if my pussy is throbbing. Fuck. Line is gone. I'm going to cum. I'm half propped up with my left arm and up against the wall. He said he likely won't be able to speak when we're in person. Fucking hot I have that effect on him. He's not saying much he explained he's losing his words while watching me. I'm thinking about the time we can be together. How very little will be said. I want badly to grind on him while he's looking into my eyes. Blanket still over my lap I'm really close. He told me to move my hips more. My body automatically reacts to him positively when he gives me a command. My head back, I sit up straighter grinding my throbbing pussy on the folding foam pad. Braless tits jutted forward; my body begins to shake I'm so close. He said he likes when my tits shake. I withdraw my hand. My mind reminding me of my line; wanting to cum in his physical presence. He was surprised I didn't cum and he thought I had already. No, that was just a warm up. As I love to edge. Get myself close, stop then restart. He tells me, I want to cum. Yes, I want and need to cum. I slip my fingers in my mouth. He smiles as he knows I will obey and that I plan to finish. I slide them down under the blanket under the waist band of my sweats and panties. I give him a play by play. Finger one, slides right in. Finger two, inserted. I hear a slight gasp from him as I tell him a third goes in. This feels so good to be doing this and to have his eyes on me. I pull them out and find my clit. I'm so wet. I have zero traction. I move outside of my panties. I stop to slip my sweats off. Back under the blanket I immediately put my hand on the outside of my soaked panties starting my back and forth movements. As instructed earlier, I make sure my hips are moving, it feels even better because he told me. I was so close previously it won't take long to cum. Mind wanders back to my line and it's trying to get me to stop but my body is wanting this release. Imagining him with me, I tell him I need him to pound me. But first tease me with his cock, just a tip. I can feel my body so close. Images and shadows fill my head. Scattered parts of me coming together, zipping up perfectly forming an energy helix as my body feels like it's rising higher the closer I get to coming. I'm lost with thought and fantasy. Ceiling, walls, floor and objects are falling away as I begin to come. My calling out his name was my way of staying tethered to this plane with him. I float away with my wave. After a minute or so, I told him I have to stop, I had to pull my fingers away. I was drained. I come back to this plane, fully present looking at his face. Can't wait until I can physically be with him. After four hours of being on chat we talk a little bit more because neither wants to leave. I noticed this time edging myself with him watching me, that when I returned to finally make myself cum the climb to reaching my climax was higher and the orgasm was longer. Intense.
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