Wanting You

I hung up the phone, feeling a little sad and disappointed. It's so hard, sometimes, to wait, even knowing that the waiting is well worth it, but feeling a little lonely during the days in between. I smile as I picture your handsome face, hear your sexy voice still ringing in my ear. I can feel the wetness starting below as I think about the touch of your hand, the taste of your lips.

I reach over to the entertainment center next to my bed and grab the small vibrator you named, Blue. Turning it on, I slide it under the blanket until it reaches my aching clit. Closing my eyes, I picture you. I call up a memory of your passionate kisses, your hands roaming my body, holding me, caressing me.

I stifle a moan, not wanting my roommate and her boyfriend to hear me in the next room.

Moving the vibrator, slowly, in a circular motion against my swollen clitoris, I move my hips. I wish you were here, taking the toy from my hands and massaging me with it. I slide it into my wet cunt, slowly fucking myself with it, my thumb replacing it against my clit, pretending it's your soft tongue.

Calling up memories in my mind, your mouth against me, licking and sucking. Your finger inside my pussy, my ass. I gasp, unable to control myself any longer. My juices pour out over the vibrator, my hand, soaking the sheets as I whisper your name.

I feel better now, knowing I can wait. Knowing you are always worth the wait, for no one can turn me on like you do. No one can make me cum so quickly without even being in the same room.

I drift off to sleep and dream of the next time I can be with you.