Late Afternoon Masturbation Fantasy
Dear Lover, I can’t stop thinking about you today…
It feels like forever since I last saw you in person. Since I last got to touch you, kiss you, smell your divine scent in my nostrils. Lockdown has left me lost and listless, lustless in fact, as I continue to tamp down the flames of yearning inside my body in the knowledge that I can’t have you here to put out the fire.
Oh, I know I can touch myself; I’ve had lots of practice this year, and I’m highly skilled. Indeed, I’d go so far as to say that I’m one of the best lovers I’ve ever had. But it isn’t the same as having you here beside me, beneath me, on top of me, those bright blue eyes gazing lustfully into mine as you slide your hands over my bottom and hold my body against yours.
Skype, WhatsApp and Zoom are no substitute, though our increasing reliance on these has certainly forced us to expand our repertoire when it comes to dirty talking. Though, let’s be honest, it’s not as if we were slouches in that area to begin with! Remember our last stolen weekend together in Great Yarmouth? Not the sexiest location in England, perhaps, but the sea air, a hotel room and each other was really all we needed that weekend. When you purred in my ear with that warm molasses voice of yours, “I’m going to taste every inch of your body, beautiful, and make you…
