I did just as you ordered, touching and playing with myself as I looked at your picture. I remembered the first time you let me see your face, and the smile you had when you saw me. I remembered the first time I heard you say my name, the first time I heard your laugh, and the first set of instructions you sent me as my Christmas gift. I thought of you telling me how sexy I am, how you want to taste me, and how you think of me when you're fucking other girls. I brought myself almost there, and it was all I could do to hold back. Then I would slow, rubbing my hand gently, pretending it was your tongue cooling me down, before going back to working my clit faster and faster until I was back on edge. It was so hard to do that after already thinking about it for three days, thinking about you - how even though you're across the country, you can still possess every part of me.
I switched to my vibrator and rubbed in fast circles, writhing as I worked my clit in homage to you. I remember you growling, "I'd give anything to see you come, little pet. I might just come down and do that, watch you from your window. Maybe I'll come in and take you when you're done." Ever since that night, I've left the window unlocked for you, Sir. Would you sneak away for me for just one night?
I realized climax was going to be inevitable, and my other hand took the plug you sent and rubbed it in my juices. I slid it down towards my asshole and rubbed it lightly against my hole, trying to get used to the feeling, and I imagined it was the head of your dick waiting to finally sink into me. I had to work it just a little, but I was surprised by how good it felt. I bit my lip and circled my hips, teasing myself with it. As my other hand pressed the vibe hard against my aching clit, I moaned your name and sunk the plug into my ass. I came so hard, harder than I've ever come before, because each time I clenched around the fullness of it, intense aftershocks would roll through me again and again.
