The picture on the computer screen stares back at me.He is so perfect in my eyes. Always was.
I could stare at his face, his chest, his muscular body for hours. And I do- every day.
But he doesn't know.
I trace my fingers down his cheek and over his lips, then to mine I kiss the fingertips, remembering the taste of his kiss.I close my eyes and I hear his voice, deep and strong to most, but a gruff whisper to me.
He wants me too.He just doesn't know.
I lick my finger tip and trace it in a circle around my nipple. In my mind, it is his. Everything I want him to do, he does.
The finger slowly glides down over my belly and between my legs. Already I'm wet, and not surprised. I'm always wet for him. He just doesn't know.
I let the finger tickle my lips, I want my clit to swell without touching it.Slowly, gently, then a bit faster. I bring my finger to my waiting tongue. I have always loved that taste. On me. On him. Doesn't matter which.
He just doesn't know.
I reach for the object of replacing desire, and ease it inside me, whispering his name as I do. My fantasy, is my reality.
He is above me, thrusting inside. My finger is rubbing over my clit, and waves of pleasure are quickly over taking me.
His name escapes my lips between gasping moans.
I want so much more.
I reach for the other object, slippery and smaller, and slide it in my ass. Both hands working to please me at the same time and try to re-create the pleasure he once gave me.
I'm on my knees rocking back and forth feeling one go in and the other slide out. Working perfectly together.
The moans become louder, screams.
My hands are wet and dripping from the juices overflowing and spilling out of me.
In my mind, I hear his voice. He wants me to cum, just for him, only him.
I scream his name as my legs shake and the objects slide away from my body and my hands.
I want it to be him, so much.
He just doesn't know.
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