How much time had it been since I had seen her, felt her, imagined her? So many times I had a thought and each flash or image shared whether on phone, or email brought a richness to the collage. It became a part of my experience of her and of myself as well, the energy entwined.
I would think of her or feel her through the inner channels of desire, or lust or longing and hope that she was truly engaged in this shared fantasy, feeling that she was capable of throbbing alongside me as my member would stir and whirl to life the moment I caught a glimpse of her in some kind of digital exchange.
I would sit and look at her picture and stroke myself, sensing she could feel me as I got out coconut oil and spread it slowly over my rising shaft, the grip and strides of which bringing me deeper into her and the idea of her and merging it to knowing what I could do, knowing...?
I know if I were to meet her this cock that stretches for her so easily would simply extend and expand to its fullest length and having had her eyes on it knowing again she had never seen anything so big, she thought it a joke when she first saw my flesh enveloped in her trance the heat of her watching me as I watched her elongated all the senses activating each vessel in my sex as I felt her enjoy the power in the exchange.
Knowing that were we ever to meet we could act on dormant desires no previous lover have ever helped surface or emerge becoming completely unleashed. I hold her image and bring my now slippery fingers to play with the ridge between shaft and crown while the cock ring I slipped on keeps me so gorged that I know I am the stiffest and biggest she could possibly handle.
I stroke slow and keep it as I feel her name in her image burning into my fantasy and that fantasy blends into my day. Its a charge never released, an arrow never sent but I love how nicely my hand tugs back each fold of skin as I reach new levels within my own pleasure and retain it for the possibility that one will come along and drain this passion and perhaps if its not her I can still keep her image in my mind while I pleasure another!
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