The power of your voice
It
had been so long since we had made love that I had forgotten what
your soft body against mine felt like, yet that didn't stop me
dreaming that, maybe one day, we would fuck again like we had when we
first met, damn those days were good. Morning, noon and night we
would be at it and there was no position, no kink, out of bounds as
we get to know every inch of each others body, intimately. Then, just
like I always seemed to, I fucked up and until those first few weeks
returned I had to make do with my dreams, my fantasies, and my hand.
Thanks
to my stupidity, my paranoia, masturbation was now the only release I
had from the sexual frustration which tore through my body every time
I looked at you, thought of you or even heard your soft voice. Even
just thinking of your soft skin, your firm full breasts, your
gorgeous legs and tight, shaved, pussy drove me wild with lust, and
had me hard within seconds and today was no exception.
Even
though we'd ended our phone conversation with yet another argument my
cock had stayed as hard as it had gone when I first heard your voice
on the other end of the line, just as it always did.
For
a few seconds I stared at the receiver, and wondered whether to call
you back, even though my cock was pressing so hard against the zipper
of my jeans it was beginning to hurt. Deciding it would be better to
let you calm down I replaced the receiver, lay back on the sofa and
quckly undid my jeans, to release my throbbing hardness, not even
bothering to check if my front door was locked.
Closing
my eyes I pictyred you in the room with me, naked and curled my fist
lightly around my hard shaft and slowly, at least to begin with,
began to move my hand up and down the shaft while letting my free
hand slip between my legs and toy with my tight ass, just like you
always used to. Moaning your name softly as I increased the speed of
my hand around my cock, the finger I was using to trace my tight hole
eventually slipped through my feeble defenses and quickly found my
prostate.
Gasping
loudly,not caring if anybody heard me through the paper thin walls or
not, my legs began to tremble violently and my balls tightened in
their sac. Furiously I stroked my hardness and as I flicked the
finger, buried in my ass, over my prostate my cock twitched in my
fist.
Calling
out your name as the first stream of thick, milky, liquid exploded
forcefully from the slit in the end of my cock, and splashing on my
face, I continue to stroke myself until I had completely milked every
drop of seed from my body.
©JSMorbius
1 comment:
one hundred percent on board with Kayla, heartbreaking but heart with the longing that always tugs at my heart...
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