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After staring at His picture for what seemed like hours and missing Him it was all I could do to wait until I could
get the kids to bed and go into the confines of my own private rooms. My hand
had already found its way to caressing over my right breast through the pale
pink blouse. The seconds seemed to go on forever as I waited till 9 P.M. Then
finally it was there at the top of the hour and I almost raced to my bed. I
didn’t turn on one single light as I stepped into the bedroom. The bed covered
in the freshly washed sheets seemed so very inviting. The light filtering in
from the streets outside gave a soft glow to everything. Shadows danced on the
walls in places I had never seen, so that the room appears almost magical.


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Slowly my fingers worked at the buttons of the pale pink blouse, yet my mind
was picturing Him. I could see the way His mouth curved up slightly as I let
out a soft moan and imagined those lips wrapped tightly around my nipple. I
could feel His hands on each breast, kneading, twisting and caressing. My
nipples hardened instantly and ached for His touch. My need was for Him and yet
tonight He was miles away from me.

I glanced at the bed and smiled as the soft glow made it so inviting, yet I
turned and walked towards the window. My hand moving down over my stomach till
it reached the button of my jeans. I popped it open with ease then let my
fingers slide to the zipper and ease it lower. Pushing my hands into the sides
of my jeans and with a few little wiggles they slide down over the curve of my
hips and continued down to puddle at my feet as I stepped out of them.

The street light shone right into the window where I was standing. Looking down
at the pale skin of my body I smiled as my hands slide over the luminescent
skin of my hips and continued up over the pale pink lace thong and still
upwards over the full breasts that were covered by the white bra. Nipples so
hard protruded from the bra as if they were begging to be set free. A soft purr
escaped my lips as my fingers grazed each nipple. My hips swayed a little as my
lashes fell down to my cheeks and I could see Him as if He was standing right
there in front of me.

With my eyes still closed I stepped closer to the window and the chair that sat
in front of it, climbing atop it. Moving to lean against the billowy back,
pressing into the seat back as my thighs fell apart and my hands moved
back to cover each breast as I imagined His hands kneading the flesh. As I
opened my eyes I could see the street with the freshly fallen rain. How the
light made it glisten and sparkle making the entire street seem as though it
was filled with enchantment.

The strap on my left shoulder fell
at the same moment my left hand slid under the lacey material to brush against
the warm skin that lay beneath. Fingers moving to grasp that erect nipple and
tug at it, pull and twist it till all that was heard were the soft whimpers of
need escaping my lips. My back arched as I felt that desire growing. God how I
wanted Him and wished He was here now to take me.

Slowly my right hand moved from my
breast. The warmth of my hand was met with the warmth of the skin on my
stomach. Fingers teased and danced along the flesh till they reached the top of
that lace thong. For now they did not slide in, but instead, they moved down
lower, across the soft mound of flesh and disappearing between wide open
thighs. Dampness was already beginning to seep through and soak the material.

As the fingers on my left breast squeezed hard all I could think about were His
hands and how they felt against my skin. Another quiet moan filled the night
air as my back arched, sending a trickle of pleasure rolling through my body.
The sensation and movement caused my hips to rock forward sending my already
needy cunt into my right hand. A rather loud and heated moan escaped my lips
and I found that I couldn’t stop myself as I let my fingers slide back up the
front of my thong till they reached the edge then disappear beneath the pale
pink material. I could feel my thighs parting wider as my fingers reached that
soft mound and pushed between those damp folds. At the same moment the fingers
of my left hand tightened around my nipple, tugging and pulling, twisting hard
and pulling again. Wetness dripped from between those now wet folds and coated
the fingers of my right hand as I called out His name.

Those now damp fingers moved deeper into the folds pushing them apart till I
could feel them slowly circling, slowing teasing that already hard nub of
tender flesh. His face embedded in my mind as if I was looking right at Him.
The fingers of my left hand moved to squeeze my breast hard, harder than I
would have done it, it was as if He was here taking my body as He would any
time He wanted. I was His and He knew this, I knew this. My heart, body and
soul belonged to Him and this instance was no different. This was for Him.

My need for Him continued to grow as my hips pressed forward. Then it happened,
that hard little nub met with the soft touch of my fingers and I screamed out
His name again. My body knew what to do and lust and desire took over. My
fingers teased and rubbed and pinched at my clit as my left hand squeezed my
left breast harder each time. My body squirmed over the seat, thighs widening
as far as they could go. His name whispered over and over as I continued to
torment that now excited clit. I knew my thong was soaked with need of Him; my
nipples ached for His touch. Every inch of me was His. I was His dirty little
slut begging without words to be fucked.

Now soaked fingers moved reluctantly from their teasing as they pushed through
the folds and made their way to circle around the hole of my tight cunt before
three fingers pushed inside. Gasping loudly as I was stretched just as He would
have stretched me. I reach over to the bedside table and from the drawer remove
the wonderful glass dildo that my handsome prince purchased just recently for
me. Arching my back as I squirmed, pressing my hips against my hand pushing my glass
dick in deeper and calling out His name again. I almost forgot the teasing and
tormenting of my left breast till my fingers pinched hard on my nipple, I could
almost feel it as if it were His teeth clamping down as His cock slid deeper
inside me. Fucking me!

Over and over again the torment continued as the cool glass cock continued to
slide in and out of my tight and very wet cunt. I moved just enough so that my
thumb could tease at my clit and again I cried out. The empty house filled with
the sounds of His name and the now loud whimpers and moans of heated desire and
need.

A shudder coursed through me as my back arched even more. I didn’t think my
thighs could part more but they did sending the slick glass toy in deeper as my
body pressed against my hand. Fucking
that tight little cunt faster and faster with each moment, my left nipple ached
and throbbed from the tugging and pinching. My body shuddered again as the
inner walls of my cunt tightened around my fingers. ‘Mmmm yes’ was all I could
think as I squirmed and pressed myself into my hand, riding my fingers as I
imagined His cock fucking me, making me more and more His.

As I screamed out His name I felt my own release as my body convulsed against
the glass cock, soaking the bed, my back
arched sending my breast into my hand feeling those fingers squeeze around the
flesh as hard as possible sending my hips rocking forward again into my hand
making me shudder uncontrollably as I came again in quick succession. Inner
walls tightened around glass cock over and over till I couldn’t move.

Almost breathless I lay there. Opening my eyes to look out at the street my
body still shuddering as I pulled the toy cock from inside my thong and released the hold my
left hand had on my breast I reached for the blanket at the bottom of the
window seat and pulled it up over me. Glancing to the bed I sighed. The bed was
growing more and more lonely without Him in it. Tonight while laying here still
lost in thoughts of Him, my body somewhat satisfied with a need for Him I would
sleep. Alone, Yet in my mind I knew He was thinking of me and I hoped that His
body too was trembling still and that His bed was growing just as lonely as
mine.


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