It feels like days, months or even years passing by so quickly ever since i am without you although it is actually been three days but...
I miss you. i miss those endless conversations we would have- your voice rivalling sweet honey. even now i find it hard to block your loving, arousing voice from my thoughts. i clench onto my penis, chanelling visions of your perfect naked body into my thoughts. i tease you first by whispering a love poem in my language making you sigh and gasp erotically as your vagina weeps for my cock- you love it, you really love it i can tell because you're so wet, dripping wet. i call you a naughty girl and i lightly spank you- you moan amourously- my dick is getting hard, my hand movements start to get faster, my breathing is more eratic! you gasp sharply as i pump my two fingers in and out slowly, i smile as your sexy whimpers echo the bedroom- i know what you want- you want me to pump faster? as my fingers pump into you faster, my hand slides faster up and down my cock. the creaking of the bed is loud, her moans and screams are loud and erotic- "faster" she screams, begs and cries as i quicken and harden my thrusts- the squelch of my hard, aroused flesh slamming into her soft, wet flesh pleases me. we cry out each other's names as we climax in unity, i cry out your name as i feel my sperm flow and seep into my hand.
"uh...Elco, are you alright?" that voice could only belong to Arlo's kid- Tal, not a bad sport. must admit he is a complete oaf but a good friend. "i'm okay Tal" the only excuse i can think up, his footsteps trail off and i crawl off my bed to see the wet patch and erection that has currently plagued my trousers. sighing i peel off my clothes praying that the wife won't smell my clothes- oh Tilly, this journey is torture- i yearn and yearn to ravage your beautiful body and here i am reduced to masturbation.
Tilly...my darling wife, i'll always love you.