The rain was starting to fall and the TV plays softly in the background, the flickering light of the images the only light in the room. I lay back, thinking of You. My body trembles lightly as my hands move over my breasts and stomach and thighs. My fingers brush across my tight lil pink pussy, thinking of how my body belongs to You. I am no longer me, but I am what You want me and make me.
It has been too long and my body is eager. My nipples are already hard pebbles.I concentrate on You. I think about kneeling before You, feeling Your loving fingers combing through my hair and touch my cheek. I can imagine Your husky, honey voice whispering roughly, “My sweet pet.”
My pussy lips are aching with desire and my clit is throbbing. I can feel lubrication seeping out of me in anticipation. I reach for my small vibrator, knowing that without You here penetration is not allowed. I slide it between my moist lips, pressing firmly against my clit and angling the head so that it lies lengthwise inside me. I flip the switch to low and moan, feeling the sensation shoot through my body. My nipples tighten more.
I think about Your cock, thick and heavy and long and hard. I think about the way it feels in my hands and how I love to wrap my lips around it. I imagine my head bobbing in Your lap while Your fingers comb tenderly through my hair.
As the pleasure increases, my mind begins hopping, going from one erotic image to another. I lift my knees, pulling my thighs apart, and begin stroking the vibrator up and down my clit in a steady, firm motion. My mind shuts out the sound of the television, but I am quiet, as we sometimes have to be.
My mind finally settles on one image and my stroking grows faster, rocking the head of the vibrator against my clit. The image in my head is the drawing of three bound girls. They all have ball gags in their mouths. I know what that is like, my teeth gripping the rubber ball, my lips stretched around it, unable to do anything but moan no matter how much pleasure or pain I feel. My pussy grips at the thought and my body spasms. My climax is not mind blowing. I’m almost not certain that I did finish and I leave the vibrator pushed inside me.
I think I will never have a truly satisfying climax without being in Your presence again. Anytime I play without You nearby, even with Your permission, it is not as intense or as thrilling as when You are there.
