Why would you text me that in the middle of the night. You know fucking well that I haven’t gotten over you. I still miss you, your touch and everything attached to you. My eyes are stuck on your text. Are you really stroking your cock as you think about me? Or this is just another text before your watch your porn videos. The more I think about your text, the harder my nipples become, fuck!
I sleep nude. You know this, you made me start doing it. Back then when you would fuck the shit out of my pussy, so hard that I could not get my pajamas back on. I miss that. I really miss that. I remember the last moment we fucked vividly, I replay it in my head every night. I remember the nights we would shower together before bed. How we would make out innocently. However, at the back of my head I knew that those light kisses you gave in the shower would turn into a hard pounding, from the back, once we got to bed. There were days you would bend me over at the shower and fuck me like a whore. How would I forget those days? I liked how your crotch slapped my ass when you penetrated me from the back, pulling my hair as I moaned your name. Those random back-shots still flashback when I am at work. I hate it when you find your way back into my head, even though you are miles away from me, probably with someone else in bed.
My body is getting warm. I lay down my phone. You have consumed my mind and my sexual fantasies are alive. My hands are getting restless!
I close my eyes and picture your soft lips kissing my neck. Your subtle licks next to my ear make my palms to grope my boobs. As you make out with my neck, I am playing with my nipples, pinching gently. Slowly you work your way down to my breasts. I can feel your breath on my nipples. You nibble and kiss, suck then lick. I moan softly, unable to control my breathing. You keep going. I anticipate your tongue on my clit. My pussy is dripping like crazy for you. You kiss my belly and start making out with my clit. I scream your name. That first touch of your tongue makes my back to arch. The feeling is exhilarating. Your warm hands trace on my inner thighs, not missing any inch. My legs are shaking from the pleasure you give. I can feel your tongue inside me as you play with my clit. By now the juices from my pussy are flowing down. I am ready for you. I crave for your dick. Keep going please, put it in, please!
You push your hard cock inside me, thick as my arm, strong as a pole. I quiver to the immense rush of ecstasy that comes with my walls being stretched. You start slow, thrusting inside me like you owned me. I moan your name with every push, I squeal with every pinch you add on my nipples. The groans you sound just make me wetter. I know you love how my tight pussy grips your cock. You fill my hole perfectly. You fasten the rhythm. I can feel your dick touching my stomach. Too deep maybe but I love it, every thrust, every second. My toes are tightening, my fingers grip the sheets and my body explodes to a big release of intense shaking mixed with loud moans. I can’t feel my head for a moment, it’s pure bliss.
I open my eyes. I was all alone even though it felt so real. My hands did all the work. With you in my mind, I worked my clit slowly with a rhythm, exquisitely. My pulse is still high. My body is still shaking. I climaxed so hard that I pushed all the sheets down to the floor. My moans were probably too loud for my neighbors. It is amazing how I fuck myself. An exact replica of how my ex used to fuck me. I still miss him though, mostly his dick!