2 comments/ 21688 views/ 0 favorites Missing Her By: julieshining My girlfriend Julie has been away for a week now. It still seems odd to me to talk about her as my 'girlfriend.' I've mentioned before that I have had lesbian experiences before, but this is the first real 'girlfriend' that I have had. I miss her. I missed her the first day she was away, and the second day, but now that it is day 7 I miss her painfully. That is how I felt when I lay in her bed. We both have a room, and mostly we sleep in my room, but tonight I sleep in her room. She has a smell which comes from her shampoo, an expensive one that only she uses because I am happy to use any type on my hair. I smell her smell on her pillows, and I imagine the sheets on her bed touching her legs instead of mine as I move underneath the covers. I wish she was here now. So that we could hold each other and I could feel the warmth of her body. The movement of her breathing - as I hold onto her like a small koala holding onto its mothers back. I am restless. I miss her. It is pain. I often have sexual fantasies when I go to sleep. Strangely, they don't wake me up or make me horny normally, but they are just comforting. I lay on my side usually in a semi-fetal position, with one hand underneath a pillow and one hand between my legs, allowing me to feel the warmth between my legs. It is a comforting feeling. Then my mind softly imagines. The sex that I would imagine tonight could only be described as rough sex. It's often the case that my sexual imaginings are quite rushed and violent, but wouldn't want to have anything like that in real life. I imagine that Julie and me are together and that we are standing in a door way. What kind of doorway? It's dark, perhaps it has been raining, it is in a dark back lane, an alley way, and the street is clean as it is has just been washed by the cleansing rain. Perhaps we are both a little drunk as we have just left the pub. We stand up and kiss. Our arms hold each other, I love that. Holding each other is so comforting, and having our breasts press against each other is so nice. I sometimes feel that the only thing that makes sense about breasts is that they are made to caress other breasts as two girls stand opposite each other and kiss. It is loving, comforting, beautiful, and this is not belittled by the fact that we are also horny. Being horny can sometimes be lust, a bit ugly really. But with Julie and me being horny is just love. We kiss further, mouth to mouth, tongues licking our faces, laughing occasionally as we make silly groaning sounds. I bury my face into her shoulder and feel her waist, feeling the hardness of the jeans she is wearing, the hardness of the thick leather belt that surrounds her body, the body that I will be able to kiss and caress later when we are in bed. Julie touches me as well, except I am wearing a thin cotton skirt, reckless I know as it is still cold. It is one of those Indian wrap-around ones, going down to my ankles, so she takes two hands to pull it up, almost as if she is making a bed. I finally feel the warmth of her hands on my bottom, all the warmer because I am not wearing underwear, and warmer still because it is such a contrast to the coldness of the weather. I am sexually assertive. I lift one leg up and put it on an old plastic milk crate, and with my legs apart Julie starts to touch me there. Her open hand caresses me warmly. A finger starts to feel around, starts to open the lips which are swollen but held together by my stickiness. My deep visual fantasy is broken as I realize that none of this is real. What is real is that I am in bed, alone, having this fantasy. I masturbate myself, imagining Julie's fingers. I move over on my back. In bed I am wearing a nightdress and nothing else, and I have my legs apart, masturbating myself with two fingers. I am aroused. Very aroused. In bed I sit up and cross my legs. I cover my body with the bedclothes up to my neck, and I masturbate properly, harder, hard enough to bring myself off. I go back to the fantasy. In the fantasy I see Julie removing a dildo from her bag. She pulls down her jeans and puts it on. It straps into place easily. She is good at this now, she has had lots of practice. She pulls her jeans back up, leaving the fly open, letting the dildo stick out like a real practice. As she does up her belt it is firmly in place, ready to make love to me. I turn my back to her and lean over, sticking my bum out at her, putting my hands on top of the milk crate. She pulls up my skirt and lets it rest around my waist, so that my bottom is completed exposed. The cold air tells me that I am uncovered. She puts lubricant over the dildo, which I thought was pretty unnecessary in the circumstances. In reality, I would only be able to feel what she would be doing now. I would be able to feel the head of the dildo make contact with the start of my lips, and then it would enter past the entrance. Once properly inside, even half an inch, she would be able to thrust with much greater force, opening me penetrating me, making love to me, fucking me. But as this is fantasy, I imagine what she is doing. I see the dildo with glistening lubricant and then my juice. I see it probe in between my lips, seeing it move in and out, making love to me through Julie and rhythmically thrusting as if in time to the heartbeat of all living beings. In reality, I am still in Julie's bed, with two fingers inside me, pressing in and up, feeling the tension in my pelvis rise. There comes a point in sexual excitement where it just happens, there is no making myself do anything, but I become increasingly less conscious, just doing stuff, but in reality bringing myself closer and closer to climax. I smell Julie's shampoo, I smell her smell, I see shadows, I see her wearing the dildo. I imagine that I am sucking it, her holding the back of my head making me submit, I see her fucking me hard. Energy rises from my pelvis through my climax up to my throat, the moan being the route that my climax escapes from my body. I masturbate more, bring myself down after I bring myself off, bring my body and soul down to earth, after it has been up in the heavens. The images that have been in my mind slowly become more black and white and the smells and feelings less intense. I feel that the energies have been somewhat wasted, because it is only me that has been here, and Julie is still away. I feel that I must write a story about my masturbation, about the images I have had. About the time that Julie fucked me with a strap on in a back lane. And I feel my lust build again. I imagine that three men were watching us while Julie fucked me in the back lane, while they masturbated themselves. I imagine that one of the men, perhaps all of them, held me still while Julie fucked me, perhaps even fucked me without my consent. I imagine that as I am in Julie's room in her bed that I am being watched, a small gathering of men getting off, watching and listening to me masturbate. Or perhaps a secret web-cam has caught me in action and broadcast it to the world? I am horny, I have masturbated, I am still horny. But right now what I wish for is a cuddle with Julie. I really do. It is day 7 and I miss her painfully. Missing Her This was a recent dream I had of my girlfriend Liv. The details are hazy, so I had to make up some stuff, but most of it is accurate. I was away on vacation with some friends and I missed her. This has no connection to my other stories of her. Hope you like it. I went to bed that night feeling lonely. I had gone with 5 friends to a lake house for a week that one of their parents had rented. I was tired from a day of wake boarding and canoeing. I had managed to keep my mind off of Liv all day, but now I had some down time, so my mind drifted rather agonizingly to her. It's not that I didn't want to go to the lake house, I just didn't want to be away from her for so long. I missed her terribly and loved her so much. I hadn't seen her for about 2 weeks, because she came back from Florida the day before I left for the lake house. We texted and talked on the phone daily, but seeing her in person would be so much better. I must have lay there for hours, trying to sleep. She was on my mind the whole time. I missed those nights spent lying under the stars or walking on the beach. I missed the way she smelled. The way she tasted. And most of all, the smile that I fell in love with 2 years ago. I wondered what she was doing right now. Probably sleeping. I wanted so badly to text her, but I didn't want to risk waking her up. I groaned and rolled over, finally falling asleep around 1 that morning. Then the next thing I knew, Liv was standing at the foot of my bed, smiling and waving. She came closer and bent over and kissed me softly. I reached up and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her even closer, running my fingers through her soft, blondish-brown hair. Without saying a word, she pulled away and stepped back. Slowly, she stripped naked and got into bed with me. She always had a gorgeous body, with soccer legs and a great ass. She was about 5'4" with hazel eyes, compared to my 5'8" or 5'9", dark hair, and gray eyes. She still hadn't spoken, but simply stared into my eyes with a combo of lust and love. I smiled at her and kissed her, softly but firmly. Slowly, I rolled on top of her and started kissing down her neck. She moaned softly and arched her back, as I hit her sweet spot, on the side of her neck. She pulled me back up to eye level and French kissed me, groping blindly for my cock. She finally found it and slowly started jerking it. I moaned into her mouth and started rubbing her clit. She had always loved this. I then positioned my cock at her entrance. I asked softly, "Do you want it?" She didn't need to answer, I could see it in her pretty hazel eyes. Slowly, I entered her, burying myself in her balls deep. It felt good enough already, but with someone I truly loved and this level of emotion, it was fucking mind blowing. I slowly started thrusting into her, still on top of her. She closed her eyes, moaning and squirming, digging her nails into my back and wrapping her legs around me, making my cock go even deeper. I had to resist thrusting faster and harder. This could be the last time I saw her for a while, so I had to make it last. Then without warning, she rolled us over so she was on top. Liv smiled at me and slowly started riding me. I reached up and grabbed her boobs, a perfect fit in my hands. She moaned and increased her speed. We were getting close. Her breathing increased and her pussy started pulsing, which felt incredible. I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure, as my cock started pulsing and throbbing. I sat up so we were at eye level. I put a hand on her back as she continued riding me, moaning louder. With another moan, she finally came, tightening her vag muscles around my cock, making me finally blow too. Liv collapsed on top of me, covered in sweat and panting. She finally spoke, "I love you. I love you so much." She kissed me, wrapping her arms around me. Then she whispered in my ear, "Do you feel it?" She looked into my eyes. I answered, "I do. I feel it. I love you, Liv. So. Fucking. Much." I pulled her in for another kiss, adding tongue. We broke apart and she leaned in. "Remember, I'll be there when you're gone. I'm waiting for you back home. Ok? Now, it's late. I need to go before my parents wake up. I'll see you soon." She got off me and dressed quickly. "No! Please don't! I need you. I love you so much!" I said, jumping out of bed and pulling on jeans. "I know you do. And I love you too. But I'm not supposed to be up. If my parents find out, we're both dead." I grabbed her and hugged her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "Ok. I understand. I'll see you soon. Really soon. Right?" I looked at her. She smiled. That gorgeous, entrancing smile. "Of course. Love ya. Bye." She kissed me one last time, and said, "I know you're gonna miss this ass, but you can have it as much as you want when I see you." She smiled again and put my hands on it. I gave her one last firm grope down there. She backed away and blew me a kiss before leaving. I sighed and went back to bed. The next thing I knew, I heard my friends waking up in their rooms (we all got our own rooms, it was a huge house). I finally woke up and looked at my clock. 7:00. I groaned and rolled over, expecting to see Liv. She wasn't there. I said out loud, "Aw shit. It was a dream. Just a fucking dream." It was our last day at the lake house today. She never snuck out. We never had sex. But then I looked down and noticed my boxers were sticky. "Wow. It must've been a good dream." I still missed her immensely. I texted her and arranged for us to hang out the next day when I got back. The rest of the day went fast after that, now that my heartache was waning. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. And jerking off while thinking of her, neither could I. Missing Her Fiercely She wrote me a love letter and she said I love that hazy, crystal clear kind of focus you get from drinking coffee on airplanes. She wrote it out long-hand with a pen that balled up little ink globs around the tops of her o's. She said, "I think up new ways to fuck you. Just daydream to whatever music I have on my phone, shit from years ago. I stare straight ahead and my stomach spins. I'm always so horny on planes. Never flying with you though, and the bathrooms are disgusting anyway, so I don't know where we'd do it. You're too loud to get fingered with a jacket over your lap, but that wouldn't stop me from trying." She wrote me a letter that didn't say much but made me miss her fiercely. It had that sort of perfect lack of urgency you swim through like syrup when you know you'll be with someone for decades. There's no hurry to get your words out. There's no rush to make it mean something, to reach a conclusion, to proclaim, or promise, or renounce. She just is and I just am. She lets me get so close without trying to stitch each beautiful, strange quilt square of her personality into one continuous tapestry. She lets me see the spaces in-between. The impatience. The anger. The childish fantasies of power and revenge. I know her better than a person knows another person. I know her like the only suitcase I've ever owned. The exact size and shape, all the little nooks and crannies, some with fuzzy memories tucked inside. I know her texture, and where the leather has worn through to canvas. I know her so well I can see her. I can see that sleep crusted, shallow breathing moment. I can see her pen looping over the page. Sitting there, trapped in space by a lap belt, but really rocketing along through the air above the Earth. Thinking of me. She wrote me a love letter and put it in an envelope and mailed it back over the ocean she'd just crossed. She says coffee and sleep deprivation catch her at her most creative. They draw her into a thin line and suddenly she can see the route—like those simplified subway maps—from where she is to where she's going. I felt like she felt. I knew exactly how she thought about things in that moment. How she thought about me. I felt my heart tipping up and over that arc, hanging in the weightless peak. That's love. And love is reaching it again and again. It's not the euphoric high of falling, of "falling in love." It's realizing and realizing and, ten years later, realizing that you're still falling. Your feet never hit the ground. And you can still get that dizzy tip. Just look. Just look at her. Read her words. Touch your chin. Smile at nothing. She wrote me a letter and mailed it back and the paper smelled like her fingertips. I taped it to the fridge, didn't read it again, and tried not to recite its lines in my head. I sent her a text to ask how she thought about fucking me, matching her eloquence with my own blunt question mark. I went to sleep with an old sweater of hers balled up where her pillow should have been. I woke up to a voicemail, time stamped 2:07 am, that started with a crackly rustle of fabric. Then her voice came through, breathy and out of rhythm. She was already so far gone. I knew her head tipping with her words, rolling loose on her neck. I didn't need to see her to know her face was flushed and her eyes were dark, eyelids heavy. She was talking about eating me out and her voice kept catching. Catch—pause—gasp. The kind of noises that tug on the delicate thread that runs from my throat to my gut. The noises that make me melt and rewind the message to listen again. She told me just how she wanted to hold me down and fuck me. She said, "Two fingers in your pussy and my tongue in your ass—" her voice faltered into a moan and she slurred, "Fuck, I want you." She made herself come and muffled the noise with something thick, maybe a pillow. So considerate of the neighbors. I listened to it three times through, then replayed her thickest stutters a few times with my eyes closed. When I got out of bed to take a shower, I felt the slick slip of my pussy between my legs. I was so wet that my body was sending up emergency shivers. Want prickled up the back of my neck and flushed down my arms. My legs felt heavy and clumsy. I turned on the water, stepped inside, and slid the shower door closed. With my hand against the glass, I sank to the ground and opened my knees. An incredible wave of arousal washed through me and my mouth dropped open on its own accord, triggered by the tame act of spreading my legs. I let my shaky hand settle light on my skin and slid it lower. Thick lips, the goo was pulling away in strands. I ran my nails over the length of my pussy and moaned, then slid one finger inside just to feel the heat. I curled it up, stroking nerves through that engorged mess, and bent forward, shaking my head. It had to wait. So, I pulled my finger out and found my razor. I shaved my pussy bare and covered it with aloe. The cool wetness made me zone out on the bus. I listened to her message again with my phone pressed to my ear and thought about her fingering me with a jacket over my lap. At work, I mirrored her airplane reverie. I sat at my desk and stared straight ahead, my face carefully blank. I sent her a text and told her I was thinking of her. She texted back immediately, "Send me pictures." I said, "Be patient." Arousal walked around with me. It sloshed in my stomach and never quite faded. When I had to pee, the pressure made my pussy swell. When I sat on the toilet, I saw white streaks in my underwear. I sent her a picture. When I got home, I dropped my bag—couldn't even eat, I was so horny—and headed straight up the stairs. I propped my phone up against a shoe and pulled a few sex toys out of our bathroom drawer. We've got one that's a slim dick with a heavy, wide base. I set it flat on the carpet and kneeled over it. My hands felt too light, like puppet hands with the strings snipped, when I unscrewed the lid from the jar of coconut oil that lives next to our bed. I scooped out a glob and pressed it between my legs. My fingers slid back and forth in a familiar rhythm as I waited for the pulpy white to melt to clear oil. I hit record on my phone and fucked myself, lifting my hips and dropping them slow. My pussy was so worked up that I could hardly feel the friction of the silicone. The strongest sensation was on the other side of the skin, the unbelievable ripples chasing each other back to my spine. I was talking to her, talking to thin air, "Is this how you want it? How you want to fuck me? You gonna fill me up?" I braced one hand against the floor and said, "How do you want it? Fast and rough? Or slow so you can pull all the way out and fuck back in again?" I lifted off the toy and pushed back onto it, getting off on the sound of my own voice. I was so full that I felt inflated. Just surface sensation mumbling beyond the deep swirl and rush. My body pulled into perfect alignment, and I slowed down. I stopped breathing and let the moment stretch. Just before orgasm, my body was a hollow tunnel. Then I tipped over the edge, silent at the peak, overwhelmed with feeling, before the long, loud slide down the back side. I opened my mouth and let my throat shape the sounds. It felt like heat painting my insides, rewarding me for finally giving my body what it wanted. I curled forward, still rubbing my clit, rising and falling on my knees. I chased it all the way to the end, panting and gasping little sounds for her, trying to turn every feeling into a noise that could travel around the world. I lifted up, moved the toy, and sat back on my hips. I let my legs splay for the camera and touched myself. My pussy was so big, pushed out like it wanted more. I gave her a few more pleased sounds as my fingers explored. I moaned her name the I way I would if she was looking down at me, dark brown eyes flitting over my face with the proud look she gives me every time she makes me come. The video was almost half an hour long. It took me forever to figure out how to send it to her. Then I ate dinner sitting on our bedroom floor, with no pants and no underwear on, and I missed her. I wrapped myself up in three blankets so the heat kept the loneliness at bay. I played music too loud and sang along. The neighbors must have thought I was having a mid-life crisis. I went to sleep with the lights on, because fuck the electricity bill. Today, when I wake up, she's sent me a video back. I run downstairs to get my laptop and open the file as I trip back up to the bedroom. The video starts and she's sitting in front of her laptop in a hotel room. She has on a tank top with no bra and looks like she hasn't slept much. She tells me, tells the camera in an empty room, that the yogurt is super sour but it's the only breakfast food there that's not a pastry. She eats a spoonful from a little glass jar and starts clicking around. I watch her eyes follow her cursor and hear the rustling at the beginning of the video I recorded last night. Her eyes widen and soften. She looks right at the camera and gives it a crooked grin. My heart stops. Then restarts itself. She watches me get ready. I can tell what's going on from the tinny sounds coming back at me through her computer's microphone. She eats another spoonful of yogurt and sets it aside. Her head rests against the side of one forearm and the other arm disappears behind her screen, like she's holding my image. I watch her eyes trace the long lines of my inner thighs, one of her favorite things about me. I chose that pose, on my knees, straddling the toy, just so I could give her what she wanted to see. Her face relaxes into that slack look I only get to see when we're fucking. It feels even more private to see her like that when she can't see me too, can't see the effect it has on me. I hear my breathy too-high voice asking her how she wants it and see her eyebrows knit together. I can hear myself saying, "You want it like this? Take it slow for me. So slow I'm—" my voice falters on a wordless sound, "So slow I'm begging for it?" She's nodding for the camera with her eyes still on the screen. I say, "Will you fuck me like that? You tell me when to come." Her mouth drops open a touch and she leans in. I can see the flush of her cheeks in the screen's blue light. My recorded self is getting close to coming and I can hear her breathing picking up, see her chest rising and falling. My words are just breathy sounds and she's whimpering over her keyboard. She starts talking back, the way she does when we're breathing the same air, faces pressed together, our noses and lips just nudging and kissing. "Yeah, fuck, like that," she's shaking her head and sliding her hand over her mouth, pulling at her bottom lip. When I come, in that brief silence when I'm cresting the top of the wave, I see her exhale in a rush. And when my loud sounds start to rise through the speakers, she closes her eyes and presses her face to her open palm. The video stops and she's still breathing heavy. She pants for a second like that, sitting still with her eyes closed. I watch her draw a deep breath and pull herself together. She sits back in her chair and stares at the camera. I feel my skin shiver. Her eyes aren't hungry, but so lonely. She misses me too. That's want. And want is wanting it again and again. It's not the first roar of lust that lights up your insides. It's realizing and realizing and, ten years later, realizing that you still want. You're still hungry. You can never get your fill. Just look. Just look at her. Watch her face. Bite your thumb. Close your eyes. That long look is all she gives me in return. I want to write her a love letter that says I know how she feels, but she wouldn't look at me like that if she didn't already know. Silence takes a lot of trust. She shows me she knows me by saying nothing. I turn over and bury my face in my pillow. My stomach lurches. I can smell her hair in the fabric. Missing Her Man Things had been crazy lately and needless to say just a bit out of the norm. Again she had found herself at home caring for her sick new baby. It had seemed that the baby was sick more than not. So she and her husband were doing the best they can with their work schedules to care for the baby. But the abnormal schedules had really been a pain in the normal day to day routines and both the mother and father were tired. It seems that it had been a long time that they had spent some good quality time together. And she missed those times and she was sure that he had too. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon it was dark and gloomy outside. It looked like it could rain any time She had just put the baby to bed. She had went into work early that morning while he stayed home and took care of the baby. She was tired and decided to take advantage of this situation and take a nap as long as the baby would allow her. She went to the bedroom and stripped down to just her T-shirt top. As she laid there waiting for sleep to take over, her mind was drifting into some erotic thoughts of her husband. The weather had been getting more like spring and she remembered how last year she had come home from work a couple of times and found her husband laying out on the deck naked, stroking his hard cock, waiting for her to come home. She also remembered that she had done that to him too. In fact the she misses those times of being spontaneous when they would at any time make love or just get up and go out to a movie. She remembered the time when she and the baby met him at work and took him on a picnic lunch at a park close to his work. How they found a secluded spot in the woods and made love while the baby was sleeping in the stroller. Soon sleep had taken over and she began dreaming. She found herself at a place where she and her husband go to for long weekend getaways. The Elm's Resort. It was the very first place that he had taken her for a romantic weekend before they were married. She found herself emerged in a large outside hot tub. It was late at night and steam was very thick due to the hot tub being covered and the outside air had just a little bit of a chill to it. They were all alone. She was sitting down in the tub on the bench. The water was breast high. He was sitting on her lap straddling her legs facing her. They were in a deep passionate kiss. She felt his tongue dart into her mouth searching for hers. Her hands were roaming all over his back and down to his ass. He messaged her breasts through her bikini top. Her nipples responded with a hard reply. She moved her hands down to his lap and found his hard cock under his trunks. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. His hands moved to her lap and he quickly untied the strings to her bikini bottoms and slid them off of her before she could react. He laid them on the ledge of the hot tub. She was concerned that someone might walk in and notice. He explained that he didn't care and he suddenly picked her up and sat her down on the ledge. Her ass was totally exposed the night air and to anyone that might have been in the hot tub. He sat down in front of her on the bench and spread her legs apart. He asked her to lie back and enjoy. She was a little reluctant but as soon as she felt his tongue on her pussy, she didn't care anymore. He was looking into her smooth shaved pussy. He spread her lips apart and made her clit stand up. He bent down and surround her pussy with his mouth while his tongue rested on her clit. The cool night air was brushing against her face and body giving her chills that trickled down to her groin. She looked down at him but the steam was so thick she could only make out shadows. But she knew what he was doing, she felt everything he was doing and it was wonderful. His tongue was dancing all over her sex. Suddenly she had heard voices but she was very close to the edge of an orgasm and she didn't want to move it felt so good. She tried to see through the thick steam but it was difficult. All she saw was the lights at the far end of the tub through the fog. He began to feel her pussy twitch a bit so he stopped licking her allowing her to come down a bit. Instead he rubbed her lips with his finger tips. After a while he returned his mouth and began teasing her hard clit once again. He knew he was driving her crazy. But doing this to her was driving him crazy as well. His cocked ached for her. He wanted so badly to slam it into her wet cunt but he enjoyed eating her too much. He enjoyed giving her so much pleasure. He noticed some shadows in the fog behind him. It sounded like another couple had entered the tub on the opposite side. He was to far into this to care to stop. She had sat up too. She had seen the shadows as well. She whispered to him that they should stop. He responded by sliding two fingers into her warm wet pussy. She quickly drew in a breath as her pussy clasp down on his fingers. A low moan escaped her lips and she arched backwards again. Oh god she wanted to cum so bad. He slid his fingers in and out of her opening and then began to flick his tongue over her clit. They could hear the other people chatting on the far side but they never came over. She brought her legs up to her chest and spread them wider. She felt the breeze to her exposed pussy. It felt wonderful. She begged him to make her cum. With her pussy so exposed, he drove his fingers deeper into her and began tapping around on the inside with his finger tips. His tongue was attacking her clit. He began to feel it twitch stronger and stronger and he knew that she was going to cum soon. He continued finger fucking her and licking her and she came hard all over his mouth. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and he felt it throbbing. She was cumming hard. When she caught her breath she sat back down in the hot tub on the bench. She kissed him hard on the mouth. Her hands went to his trunks and she found a very hard and throbbing cock. She pulled his trunks down to his knees while he remained standing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as she pulled herself off of the bench and wrapped her legs around his waist. She bounced around until she felt the tip of his cock hitting her opening. She kissed him hard again and slid down onto his hard cock. It filled her up so nicely. He was so hard. She could feel every inch of him penetrate her. She felt the ridge around his cock head deep inside of her. She began bouncing up and down on his cock. She felt him getting harder and harder inside of her. As she was fucking him she suddenly saw a bright flash and soon afterwards there was loud rumble. Again a bright flash but this time the rumble was louder and everything was vibrating... ...her eyes shot open as she awoke and a flash filled the room. Thunder was racking the house making the windows rattle. The storm had woke her up from her nice little dream. She noticed that she was breathing heavily. She felt her pussy was tingling. She reached down and felt how wet she was. Dripping wet. Damn storm. She closed her eyes to try to bring back the dream. She couldn't do it. Her heart was pounding. She was so worked up. She rubbed her wet clit and felt the electricity run through her body. Her other hand traveled down and she slowly inserted two fingers inside herself while her other hand rubbed her clit. She needed to cum so bad. Soon she had masturbated herself to a strong orgasm. Something she had not done in a long time. As the thunder roared outside she got out of bed and went to the bathroom and drew water for a bath. She went to the babies room and checked on her and she was sleeping soundly. She returned to the bathroom and sat down in the tub. She remembered her dream once again. It seemed so real. She realized she wanted her husband so bad. She began cleaning up and shaving her legs. She decided to shave everywhere. At 4:00 the phone rang and it was her husband telling her that he was going to work until about 7:00 that evening and to go ahead and eat supper. At first she was disappointed but then she thought that maybe she could use this to her advantage. By the time 7:00 came around, the baby had just been put to bed. So she had at least a half an hour to get ready. She went to the bedroom and undressed. She changed into her jean shorts that she had cut to be really short. They allowed her pussy to easily be seen and she put on a T-shirt that had been cut short as well. She returned to the living room and selected an adult movie that they both enjoyed. She put it in the VCR and started it and laid down on the sofa and watched the video as she waited for his arrival. The video was working up her juices again and she found herself touching her wet pussy. She decided that she would make herself more than ready for him when he came home. By 7:20 she heard the truck pull into the driveway. She had really worked herself up. When he walked through the door. He was surprised to find his wife laying on the couch playing with her pussy. He looked over and saw what she was watching on the TV. A smirk came across his face as he walked over to her. She continued to finger herself in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her. They kissed hard. When he broke away she brought her fingers up to him and sked him if he wanted a taste. He knelt down in front of her and spread her legs apart. He pulled her shorts to the side and began licking her wet juicy pussy. It didn't take long before she came again. She got up from the couch and took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to help him undress. Soon he was standing in front of her naked with his hard cock inches from her face. She quickly took him into his mouth and began playing with his balls and ass. She was deep throating him, feeling his cock grow harder inside her mouth. She reached down and began to play with her pussy. She knew he loved it when she did that and it would get him off. He looked down and saw what she was doing. He heard the wet sounds has her fingers played with her clit. He stepped away from her and told her to lay on the bed on her back with her head towards him. He stood over her and his cock was swaying above her face. He move his cock down to her mouth and she sucked it back in again. He move his cock around while she slid her lips up and down the hard shaft. He saw that her legs were spread open and he could see her pussy really well from the mirror on the other side of the room. She began playing with her pussy for him. He watched as she slid her finger deep inside of her and then withdrew it and played with her clit. Soon she began moaning a little. Her hips began to move and she licked his cock shaft up and down. She was driving him crazy. He felt his balls begin to tighten and soon pre-cum began to appear at the tip of his cock. She eagerly licked at it. She played with her clit harder and began to moan louder. His cock began dripping more and more. Soon his cock was covered in pre-cum and hard as hell. She knew he would cum soon and she would too. She told him that she was cumming and that was all he needed to hear her say. His cock erupted and shot a load all over her face and neck as she came all over her own fingers. Missing Her Pussy I've been waiting days for this. I've soaked through my panties every day thinking about what I'm going to do to you when we're alone. I can't wait to kiss you. Entangle my fingers in your hair at the base of your neck, grab you roughly, and bite your neck. I'll catch you from behind, and whisper in your ear, "I know what you like. I know what will make your little pussy spasm." Before you have a chance to protest, I slip my fingers down your shorts, and find you already wet. I smile behind you, and shove my fingers into you quickly, and just as quickly pull them out. Whether you know it or not, it's going to be a long night for you. I shove you down on the bed, yank off your shorts and underwear, and spread your legs. I run my hands over your ass before spanking you twice...hard. Your knees buckle a little, and I spank you again, "Get your ass in the air! I want full access to your sweet pussy, whether you give it to me, or whether I have to take it by force." "No, mistress, please!" But we both know you want it. We got our safe words worked out and besides, you know I would never hurt you. I smile knowing you're saying no but your pussy is getting wetter every time I slap your ass. Still bent over the side of the bed, I see your cum start to drip down your leg. I can't wait to stick my tongue in your pussy. But I can control myself, and I'm going to make you control yourself as well. I see you start to turn around to see what I'm doing, and I push you back down. "What do you think you're doing? I'm in control here!" And I bring my hand down on your ass. Twice more I spank you, hard, and finish by caressing away the sting. I push you back down, and force your legs wider, forcing your ass higher in the air. While slowly tracing lines around your soaked pussy, I talk calmly to you, "I'm going to fuck you tonight. I'm going to tease your cunt, and ass. I'm going to make you beg me for mercy. And maybe, I'll let your little pussy have an orgasm." Then I shove one finger into you. You've already been moaning in frustration but you screamed at the sudden intrusion into your hole. I'm drumming my fingers on the inside of your pussy, and your hips have started to move against me, trying to get more and more of me into you. But this is my game. I pull it out, spank you again, and tell you to turn around. I kiss you intensely before saying, "Get on the bed, on your back," with a growl. I get your shirt off and pin down your hands. I'm so hot for you, absently grinding into your crotch. I'm not sure I want to make you wait because I'm not sure if I can wait to fuck you, but I want to draw this out. I want to make this feel as long as it has since the last time we had sex. I've been waiting too long to tease you the way I know you love to be teased. Too many nights my mind has gone crazy thinking of all the things I would do to your naked body, while my hands furiously worked my clit till I came. But now, I'm finally getting to do everything I thought of. I get control of myself and focus on getting the restraints around your wrists and ankles. Once I have you tied down, I pull them taut and smile when I see you completely spread out on my bed. Now, taking my time, I slowly pull off my clothes and absently stroke my clit. I can feel you watching me, and turn around to find you biting your lip and staring at me with fire in your eyes, probably thinking of how you're going to get me back. I put on some music. Very low though...I don't want to take away from your moans. I go to blindfold you, but before I slip it over your head I give you a kiss and tell you how much I love you. It's important to me to make sure you know it's still just a role I play. But before too long, the blindfold is on and the game has continued. I walk around the bed, deciding what to do first. I want to start slow. So I start teasing your nipples. I take one in my mouth and roll the other between my fingers. Pulling just a little at the end, knowing how much you enjoy the pressure. Giving the other a fair amount of treatment as well, I can't wait any longer to get to your pussy. Slowly kissing my way down, I trace your pussy lips with my fingers. You're so wet, and I love it. With my head between your legs, I spread your pussy and lick from your dripping hole to your clit, leaving it with just a flick, before I go back down and shove my tongue down your cunt. Your back arches off bed, but you aren't able to get far before the restraints hold you down, and you scream, "FUCK!" I replace my tongue with two fingers, finding no resistance because of how wet you already are, and lick up to your clit. I'm flicking your clit with my tongue and sucking it like I'll never have the chance again, all the while fucking you with my fingers. Your face is contorted in pleasure and you look so sexy...Your hands grabbing at nothing in the air, your mouth open, and your hips bucking on my face. I can feel you getting closer so I stop everything, and hear you moan in frustration, "Please, baby," but not yet. Right now, I can't wait any longer. I won't be able to control myself. I get on top of you and let my pussy hover over your mouth. You smile because you know where I am, and you open your mouth. I sit on your face, and cum almost immediately. You're tonguing my pussy and I'm rubbing my clit, and it's only seconds before I'm cumming on your face. I get off and let you calm down a little. You have this satisfied smile on your face, knowing you made me cum so fast. I get some ice, and run it over your body, placing little kisses here and there. I rub it all over your pussy, a mixture of hot and cold that I can tell you're enjoying. But now my patience is running thin...I want to fuck you. Now. I quickly loosen the restraints, take off the blindfold, and say, "On the edge of the bed. Spread your legs, and get your ass in the air." I reposition the cuffs, and get them tightly around your ankles, forcing your legs even wider. I get your wrists tied down too. I give you a quick spank before pulling on the harness. Once I have it all in place, I get the plug and vibrator ready. I slowly dip a finger in your pussy and you moan loudly. I take it out and slowly start pushing it into your ass. You try to resist, "Please, mistress, no. I can't!" But hearing you say mistress, I know better than to stop. As I slowly work my finger into your ass you continue your protests. But in between the, 'please don't' and 'no more, please!' I hear you moaning, wanting more and more. You're ready, and I can tell. I take my finger out, and you know the plug is coming. I start pushing it against your tight little asshole, while you say, "No! I can't take anymore!" Your moaning is getting heavier and heavier and I want to fuck you before you cum, so I shove the whole plug up your ass, quickly and without resistance. You scream in pleasure, "FUCK YES!" You're so close, you've abandoned the role play, but I don't care. You're only minutes from cumming harder than I've made you come before, and I can't wait to push you over that edge. For now though, I'll let you wait there, with that big plug, even the slightest movement will tease your cute little ass. I give your clit a quick flick with my tongue and then spank you one last time. You're back into the role, saying, "Please, don't mistress. I can't do this! What are you doing to me?" Before I fuck you silly, I take the vibrator and shove it all the way in your pussy, at the highest level. You're strapped down, on the side of my bed, with a vibrator deep in your pussy, and a plug deep in your ass. I'm so close to cumming myself just watching you, helplessly begging for me to let you cum. "Please let me cum mistress! I can't wait any longer!" So I pull out the vibrator and start fucking you. I'm fucking you so hard with this dick. All the way in and all the way out. You're screaming in earnest now, screaming into my sheets for me to fuck you harder. I shove it in all the way, and stay there for a minute, moving it around inside you, before I pull it out and push it all the way back in. You're grabbing at my sheets and pulling at the restraints. "FUCK YES BABY! JUST LIKE THAT! DON'T STOP!" The harness is hitting my clit with every thrust into your wet pussy, and I'm close to cumming myself. I have one of my hands around your neck and one on your hips, pulling you back onto my huge strap-on cock. I'm ramming in and out of you, with the plug still in your ass. I can tell you're getting close, and there's no going back this time. So I keep fucking you, mercilessly, while you scream, "FUCK YES! FUCK ME HARD BABY! I'M SO CLOSE!" I reach around and start rubbing your clit, while still pounding your pussy. The back of the dildo is ramming into my clit and I know I'm going to cum soon as well. My mouth is right at your ear and I moan, "Cum for me, baby," as you scream, "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" I push into you one more time, and I start cumming myself. We can barely move, but I pull the dildo and plug out of you, and reach down to remove the cuffs from your ankles. I hop on the bed, un-do your wrists and pull you up on the bed with me. We collapse together, on the pillows and pull the sheet over us. I pull you close and start drawing lazy circles on your back. I know you always enjoy it, which is fine with me because I never get tired of doing it. "Wow," ... "I know. I missed that...And I missed you." "I missed you too baby." Stay tuned for the next chapter, The Morning After! :) *No lesbian or bisexual women were harmed in the making of this story*