Home Alone

She'd barely left but already missed him so, as it was, whenever they were apart. The minutes stretched into days, and this time it was going to be weeks. She'll miss his nightly calls and all-day texts, whether they be suggestive or mundane. She was already having trouble sleeping.

She started to pass the time by scrolling back and reading through their texts. She stumbled across... ok, looked for, their early texts. The heat was so intense as they teased each other late into the night. They were quite bold behind the veil of text with talk of hard-ons and wet pussies, all the way to the creative ways they wanted to fuck each other, how they yearned for each other and just wanted more and more. As she skimmed through and her imagination started to run, she began to feel warm and excited.

She began to daydream about him slipping up behind her as she got undressed. She imagined his hands running up under her shirt, grazing her most sensitive rib edge, sending electricity all the way to her toes. In her mind, his hand firmly cupped her breasts. She imagined him gently pinching her nipples as she pinched them herself, triggering nerves to warm her core.

She could almost feel him slipping his hand up upon her bottom and pulling her in close. In her mind, she shuffled herself up against his hardness, lifting a leg up around his waist. His fingers naturally find her opening, which is warm, wet and wanting.

She lay down and slipped her own fingers between her folds, finding her pussy to, in fact, be warm, wet and wanting. She touched herself, drawing up the moisture to her clit, circling slowly to raise the pulsing. As her fingers explored, she thought of him, his warm, wet tongue flicking gently at her clit and probing her depths. She slid her fingers in and drew up more slipperiness and spread it across her pussy to her clit, around in circles, until her whole mound was wet and shiny. His sweet sucking at her clit, pulling it all the way forward as his fingers reached deep inside her, was forefront in her mind. How he deftly ensured that she was touched everywhere, stroked and tweaked, lusted all over. Oh, how she missed him as she reached for her toys while imagining him playing with her. Her finger vibe and glass boyfriend would need to do the job he'd left to her. They are a solid combination for the task at hand.

Her day trip continued as one hand played with her nipples as she spread her legs, imagining him watching from the cuck chair at the foot of the bed, stroking himself as she played with her nipples and fingered herself. She focused her attention on her clit as her finger vibrated softly, around and around. She stimulated herself, up and down, thrusting her vibrating fingers deep inside herself as her imagination ran wild.

As if connected telepathically, somewhere, he has his hard cock in his hand, and he, too, is imagining them together. He strokes himself as he imagines watching her playing with herself. He sits, imagining his own bedroom chair, and strokes faster as he visualizes her pleasuring herself with her toys. The two of them, worlds apart, imagining the other playing with themselves.

He imagines his cock slowly entering her from behind as she teases him, allowing just the head to penetrate. She thinks she is in complete control, rocking forward as he tries to plunge deeply into her. This is one of her favourite games. He lets her play until he's had enough and needs to remind her who is really in control. He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back as she tries to tease him again. All of a sudden, he fills her. He strokes himself faster now as if he's the one filling her wet and wicked pussy.

Meanwhile, she reaches for her favourite toy, glass boyfriend, and closes her eyes as she imagines his cock gliding across her clit and back, over and over, drawing out the need until she begs him to fuck her. In her hand, she uses her glass toy to tease herself, her finger vibe adding to the sensations. In her dreams, she teases him until he can't take it, and with one swift motion, he slips his entire length into her depths. She takes the full length of her glass cock, filling her to the hilt as she rocks back and forth. She can feel herself throbbing and aching for the reality of his touch. Her fingers drop and play in circles, from side to side, rolling gently, yet firmly, while continuing to fuck herself with her toys.

She was getting closer and closer, imagining him pulsing in her depths, deep, then shallow, then deep again. She imagines the pace of his breath, listening for the clues that he is getting closer. She wanted to cum for him, but only with him. He, too, is feeling for her orgasm, waiting for her before he can come. He can see it in his mind and feel it in his cock. She is close; they both sense it. He strokes faster and faster, imagining pounding her harder and harder while she imagines the pace of his breath, his moans, the race of his pulse. Catching the magic of the threshold for them both is easier in her imagination; she can practically feel him getting closer and closer right along with her. She wants to cum for him; she needs to cum for him. He can feel her energy rising, bringing her closer and closer until finally she lets it go, and he can feel the waves race down his cock. In his hand, he releases his load, imagining it spread all over her backside as her fingers hold her pulsing clit, prolonging the sensation.

They both collapse in space, holding onto the moment as long as they can, satisfied in the knowledge that once they are together again, they can replay their respective dreams to full satisfaction.