ArmyDansGirl
Bluelighter
Tonight its lonely here and I'm sitting in the dark with the glow of a computer screen cast uponj my face listening to the kitten you bought me pounce on a bag I forgot to pick up. I'm wearing your high school football jersey that you gave me and I wish it smelled like you but I had to wash it.
I didn't wash my sheets yet though and I'm englufed in the musky aroma of the 35 times we had sex on these sheets when you were here. Wait, maybe its only 32 if you take away the three times we had sex downstairs on my couch. Irregardless I smell you all around me and the thought alone makes my body quiver.
As I lay here my hand brushes across my stomache and I get an instant sexual reaction just like I do everytime you touch me. My hand feels warm against my skin, but not burning hot like yours do.
I concentrate on the heat as I close my eyes and try to pass the time until I hear from you or until I can't stand it anymore and call you ..whichever comes first. Instantly my thoughts are drawn to the love that we made right here where I am laying. I never felt fire like the way I do when you gently push into me. By that timei my desire to have you inside of me is intoxicating and you satisfy it well.
Do you remember the night we fucked so hard that we broke the bed? Do you remember the ijmpromptu sex that sent my laptop crashing to the floor? I do and its making my presenst quite frustrating.
The more I concentrate the less I am focused and I can feel my body preparing for you. My breasts ache as my nipples relentlessly anticipate your touch. My lips tremble awaiting their match. My thighs start to part.
I know that by now if you were here I'd be pulling you into me, wrappi;ng legs around your back..or bendign over.. or climbinb ontop of you whichever you prefer at the time and let my hips follow your everymove.
But there will be no sastisfction to this desire tonight. The only sound I hear is the quickening of my breathe and the thunderous reminder that you are gone.
I love you.
I didn't wash my sheets yet though and I'm englufed in the musky aroma of the 35 times we had sex on these sheets when you were here. Wait, maybe its only 32 if you take away the three times we had sex downstairs on my couch. Irregardless I smell you all around me and the thought alone makes my body quiver.
As I lay here my hand brushes across my stomache and I get an instant sexual reaction just like I do everytime you touch me. My hand feels warm against my skin, but not burning hot like yours do.
I concentrate on the heat as I close my eyes and try to pass the time until I hear from you or until I can't stand it anymore and call you ..whichever comes first. Instantly my thoughts are drawn to the love that we made right here where I am laying. I never felt fire like the way I do when you gently push into me. By that timei my desire to have you inside of me is intoxicating and you satisfy it well.
Do you remember the night we fucked so hard that we broke the bed? Do you remember the ijmpromptu sex that sent my laptop crashing to the floor? I do and its making my presenst quite frustrating.
The more I concentrate the less I am focused and I can feel my body preparing for you. My breasts ache as my nipples relentlessly anticipate your touch. My lips tremble awaiting their match. My thighs start to part.
I know that by now if you were here I'd be pulling you into me, wrappi;ng legs around your back..or bendign over.. or climbinb ontop of you whichever you prefer at the time and let my hips follow your everymove.
But there will be no sastisfction to this desire tonight. The only sound I hear is the quickening of my breathe and the thunderous reminder that you are gone.
I love you.
