You take my breath away with your passionate kisses. You make my heart beat faster when ever you are near me. I feel as if I will explode, if I am unable to touch your soft skin and feel your warm embrace. We chat for hours endlessly, being able to talk about everything and leaving nothing to chance. I count the days, minutes, hours until the next time that I am able to see you again.
In between the times when we are unable to meet, you send me text messages that send me over the edge. One time in particular I was traveling on business and was longing to see you. I was in a two hour meeting, when my phone vibrated and it was a text message from you. I could not read it at the time, and could not wait for a break, so that I could steal away in private and read it. I quickly sent you a reply that I was in a meeting and would talk later.
Finally, the meeting was over and I was settling into my room, where I had the privacy to read the text that you had sent earlier. I drew a bath, lit some candles, put on some soft music and was ready to get into the tub for my relaxing time. I lay back and began reading the text message. Here is a bit of the excerpt that I read from:
Good afternoon sweetie, I hope that you are having a good day. Later when you are in your room, this is what I would like for you to do.
Pour a glass of wine, get fully undressed. Relax in the bath that is filled with bubbles. Listen to some soft music. Remember the last time when we were together and we were in such a rush that, I left you wanting more? Well when you get back, I will take care of that and more. But for now, call me when you are fully relaxed.
I got out of the tub and draped myself in a robe. I lay across the bed and reached for my phone. I fully expected to get your voice mail, given the time difference. I was on the West Cost and you were on the East Coast. But to my surprise you answered after the 3rd ring. You sounded fully awake and waiting for my call. We joked around for a few minutes and inquired about each other's day. Then you turned the conversation towards the reason for my call.
You ask me to massage my breasts and rub my nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Then your request is that I play with both of my breasts in the same manor as one. This you say will intensify my feeling, of which it does. Your voice is so soft and I can tell that you are doing the same as you are instructing me to do. I can hear the pause in your voice at times, and that really turns me on.
You ask if I am wet, and I moan which signifies to you that the answer is yes. You tell me that you are about to finger yourself and that I should do the same. You ask me how wet I am and my response is you should have told me to get a towel. That let's you know that I am good and wet. I begin to insert two fingers and my moans and shallow breathing becomes even heavier. Your voice cracks a bit with the desire that I can tell you are experiencing.
You ask if I am ready to increase the momentum and I respond with yes. You inform me that you have inserted the third finger, of which I know you have. I can tell that you are getting close, which makes my desire even stronger. I can hear your wetness because you have placed the phone near you. That practically sends me over the edge, along with your deep sighs and moans.
There is a period of time that neither of us are able to speak for the time has come for the fulfillment to be reached. And after that time has elapsed, we both are spent and left wanting more. The first words that I am able to speak is when I get home, oh my. And you giggle like a little school girl, but you know full well what I mean. We bid each other good night as we have done so many times before. And yes, we both were left wanting more.
Finally, the meeting was over and I was settling into my room, where I had the privacy to read the text that you had sent earlier. I drew a bath, lit some candles, put on some soft music and was ready to get into the tub for my relaxing time. I lay back and began reading the text message. Here is a bit of the excerpt that I read from:
Good afternoon sweetie, I hope that you are having a good day. Later when you are in your room, this is what I would like for you to do.
Pour a glass of wine, get fully undressed. Relax in the bath that is filled with bubbles. Listen to some soft music. Remember the last time when we were together and we were in such a rush that, I left you wanting more? Well when you get back, I will take care of that and more. But for now, call me when you are fully relaxed.
I got out of the tub and draped myself in a robe. I lay across the bed and reached for my phone. I fully expected to get your voice mail, given the time difference. I was on the West Cost and you were on the East Coast. But to my surprise you answered after the 3rd ring. You sounded fully awake and waiting for my call. We joked around for a few minutes and inquired about each other's day. Then you turned the conversation towards the reason for my call.
You ask me to massage my breasts and rub my nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Then your request is that I play with both of my breasts in the same manor as one. This you say will intensify my feeling, of which it does. Your voice is so soft and I can tell that you are doing the same as you are instructing me to do. I can hear the pause in your voice at times, and that really turns me on.
You ask if I am wet, and I moan which signifies to you that the answer is yes. You tell me that you are about to finger yourself and that I should do the same. You ask me how wet I am and my response is you should have told me to get a towel. That let's you know that I am good and wet. I begin to insert two fingers and my moans and shallow breathing becomes even heavier. Your voice cracks a bit with the desire that I can tell you are experiencing.
You ask if I am ready to increase the momentum and I respond with yes. You inform me that you have inserted the third finger, of which I know you have. I can tell that you are getting close, which makes my desire even stronger. I can hear your wetness because you have placed the phone near you. That practically sends me over the edge, along with your deep sighs and moans.
There is a period of time that neither of us are able to speak for the time has come for the fulfillment to be reached. And after that time has elapsed, we both are spent and left wanting more. The first words that I am able to speak is when I get home, oh my. And you giggle like a little school girl, but you know full well what I mean. We bid each other good night as we have done so many times before. And yes, we both were left wanting more.
Oh I see someone is quite the romantic, very sexy and looking forward to reading more. Kuias1
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