It's been so long since I was last in your arms. I lay here tonight remembering your touch, your caress.
I recall the words spoken softly in the darkness; a room only lit by far away lights. Your smell, your taste, I remember it all.
I wish you were here with me now but it's going to be two more months until we meet again. I talked to you again last night on the phone. Hearing your sweet voice is heaven to me. I was so happy when you got your new phone. Now that we're on the same network we can talk much more. I can't believe we've been together for eight months now, when I think of it is seems only yesterday I met you online and we started talking. And now I can't picture my life without you.
The other night I drove through that place we met. It brought back so many beautiful memories, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I thought of you. Tonight you're watching your son and I can't talk to you because he's sick. I'm lying here in my bed thinking of you and the sweet memories start to flow through my mind.
Do you remember walking up by the fountains on the water front? Holding my hand as we travelled, not a care in the world; that night everything felt perfect.
We walked slowly not wanting to return, just enjoying our time together. Once we finally did get back we talked for a couple of hours. You always said you enjoyed hearing me talk. I love when you talk to me.
Eventually we started to kiss passionately. I always melted inside when you kissed me, you didn't know it but I was putty in your hands from the first time we met and when we kissed I melted. The feel of your lips touching mine, our mouths slowly opening and closing, using a little but not much tongue. It felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. You would caress my arms, my hair, and my back as we kissed. Sometimes you even slipped your hand up my shirt and caressed my breasts... I mean tits, you like when I speak dirty... under my bra.
Just thinking about this turns me on so much; I can't wait for your call. Maybe if I touch myself, just a little I'll be able to wait.
I start to caress my chest like you did lightly but firmly squeezing and sometimes rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, thinking more on what happened that night.
We were heavily making out on the couch by now. You caressing me and kissing my neck, sometimes nibbling you removed my shirt and bra, and I noticed you stared at my chest in awe. I was sitting on your lap doing my best to control myself, I wanted to grind against you then and there, but I waited for my relief enjoying the moment.
I started caressing my stomach watching the clock, waiting on your call; I long to hear your voice. I am almost trembling from our memories.