Jan 262013
email to J


Hey, you. :)

You with the pretty eyes and the sweet smile and the beautiful arms that make me weak in the knees. You, way over there where I can’t reach you.

I miss you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you today. You’re a pleasant distraction, but a distraction nonetheless.

There was nothing I could do at work, but as soon as I got home, I tried to get you out of my head.

I went upstairs, stripped off all my clothes, and got up on the bed on my knees. I closed my eyes and touched myself, imagining your hands instead of mine. I leaned against the headboard and imagined myself straddling your face while I teased my clit. I thought about how fucking good it felt to use your mouth the last time we were together. I imagined your tongue pushing deep inside me while I fucked myself with my fingers. When all of that wasn’t enough, I wrapped the satin blanket around your pillow and fucked it, grinding my hips against it until I came.

Unfortunately, orgasm isn’t exorcism — you’re still in my head.

I want you, I miss you, and as always, I’m thinking of you.


  12 Responses to “orgasm ≠ exorcism”

  1. So my life when my husband is deployed, or away.

  2. Such a darling post D! Darling in a domme kind of way.

    Oh where’s my pillow?

  3. I would love to be on the receiving end of those words. Or the giving. I’m so confused.

  4. I love this!!! So sexy and sensual!

  5. Having put my lady on the bus back home tonight, I can identify with the empty, hungry feelings.

    I remind myself that without the drought, we don’t appreciate the rain.

    Be well.


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