To My Hubby

To my Hubby

I miss you. I can't sleep. The bed seems so empty without you next
to me. There's no use in trying to force myself to sleep, so I sit
up and light a cigarette.
I'm wearing my red satin teddy, you know, the one that you love. Do
you remember the last time I wore it? When we made that hot, hot
video and then made the most wonderful, passionate love? I can't
wait till you're home. I need to try and get some sleep.
Lying back down, and my thoughts drift back to last night. We made
love, enough to last us until your return. Only, it wasn't enough.
Remembering it just gets me horny for you. My hands involuntarily go
to my breasts, and my nipples begin to harden under the satin. I
love the feel of this teddy, and slowly glide my hands over it.

Returning to my breasts, I run my thumbs over my nipples, and gently
pinch them. They're getting harder and I want to feel your mouth on
them, your tongue swirling it's way around, your teeth gently
scraping.
Slowly lifting my teddy, I slide my hands inside. My skin feels so
hot. Covering my breasts with my hands, I knead them firmly, but
gently. They feel so good. Lifting one breast to my mouth, my tongue
encircles my nipple, coaxing it to get even larger still. Sucking it
sends tingles right between my legs, and I can feel myself
moistening. My ***** involuntarily contracts.
Gliding my hands down my stomach, I slide the teddy down over my
hips and kick it off my legs. I can no longer take my time; my *****
is throbbing, crying out for attention. My hands move between my
legs, lingering for just a moment on my heart-shaped red patch that
you so lovingly designed for me. The contrast of feeling it and then
my smooth shaved lips is exciting me even more. My hand remains on
my outer lips, delighting in their softness, until slowly,
deliberately, I spread them apart.

My finger slides deep inside and I squeeze it tight. God, how I wish
it was your ****. Slippery with my juices, I run my finger lightly
over my **** and it hardens under my touch. Slightly spreading two
fingers, I run them along either side of my **** and into my hole.
In and out, again and again, each time bring more of my nectar out
with them. Each time pressing tighter against my ****.

I'm at the edge and I can't hold back any longer. Using both hands I
spread my ***** wider and using one finger, I press hard on my ****,
stroking it, rolling it harder and faster as I feel the waves begin.
My body tenses, hips rising, all feeling centered on my ***** and
the floodgates open. With each contraction, my ***** ********** a
stream of my sweet honey. I'm ******* the way you love. A river
running into my hands and flooding the bed. Two fingers slip deep
inside me, and I **** myself hard with them, while my thumb
continues working on my ****. Again and again my body tenses, and
each time brings another gush of hot juice onto my hand, another
scream of pleasure from my lips. Until I finally become so swollen,
so sensitive, that I can't bear even the slightest touch.

My hand rests on the outside of my *****, holding it, soothing it
until it calms. Gradually, my heartbeat and breathing return to
normal. Rolling over, I grab your pillow and scrunch it up against
me. I am sated, content and sleep will soon overtake me. Before I
drift into alpha stage, though I slide over, away from the area
drenched by my ***. Why didn't I do this on your side of the bed?

sexycpl4uall sexycpl4uall
26-30, F
Feb 9, 2010