Riding the Subway way home this evening was tiring to his soul. It had been a month since he had been with her in that hotel room. The song still plays in his head at night when lay beside the one he said that he would marry one day. He found himself wondering, how did he let a one night stand which should have been like so many others effect him in such a manner. It was simple, because she could and she did.
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Her thoughts often wonder to him and then he would enter like a pulse from some place deep down inside of her. Then he would rise like a single pulse seeking it's mate. Thoughts of him would consumer her,woundering what was he doing, if was he thinking about her and did he want his shirt and tie back? She smiled to herself at that last bit.
It had become her routine at the end of the workday and after a long relaxing shower she would put on the shirt and tie. Sometime she would just wear these item of clothes and lay around thinking of him. Other nights she would dance around her apartment as if he was watching her. Dancing to please him, as she pleased herself. Fingers roaming in and out of a wet, sweet musty place, across silken skin and lips. She made love to herself, as if he was making love to her and she to him. She could feel his touch and his warm embrace as he stroked her skin and kissed her eyes and lips, as he kissed a path down her body to her pussy. Once there his tongue would slide between the thick lips and sample the honey that he said that he had found there. She imagine him there now licking her and allowing his fingers to go where they would. Then she felt him coming up her body like a outward pulsation trying to find it way into her to join the one that was there now, wanting to come out. Their tongues meeting and dance together as he gave her a taste of herself from his lips.
She rubbing the material of the shirt against the skin of her nipples making her moan with an ahhhhh as if she could feel the light stubble of he beard against her. She feels him as he dips into the center of her being and connect with the pulse . She hears him moan a loud ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as she invites him with her body to hold her, kiss her and make love to her. The pulsation become stronger as they move to become one to ride it until the end.
She feels the pulsation rising in her as she rides it. She opens her eyes knowing that he was not there as her body called to him. . As she rides her fingers, she cums with her eyes slightly closed seeking him in a dream. Her body rises up to meet his in the last kiss as the orgasm pulsates over her. Opening her eyes, she falls back to earth, into herself and into the music. As she lays on the floor hugging herself and wishing it was him as One last Kiss plays mournfully in the back ground. It hold her to him.
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