Shivers run up your spine. You've lost track of time and the only thing you can hear is the sound of someone walking on the floor above and the dripping of water from the pipe overhead. The water drops slowly on your body. You can move but not much as the chains only let you move one to two inches. At first it was no big deal but as time dragged on the dripping started to matter as you move this way and that trying to get away from it.
You can't sleep, think, or move much. You thought you would go mad from it. A light turns on and you hear him walking slowly down the stairs. You feel another shiver run through your body. A glimmer of hope runs through your mind as you start to consider the possibility of being let go and what that would mean. He's going to take me and use my body to please himself. The very thought of this fills your body with life. You feel your pussy start to get wet again. Your nipples stand out hoping that he will touch them or brush up against them. All you want is for him to touch your body and to use it in any way he sees fit. You know whatever he decides to do that your body will sing from the attention.
You remember the first time you found him on Facebook. You were thinking to yourself...could that be him? It looks like him. You wondered if he would remember you. You had a few good times together and hoped he would remember them too. The day at work had been long dealing with unhappy customers at your husband's company. Dealing with your husband was trying enough. Everyday being ignored by him, not touching you, not showing desire for you, had taken its toll. The depression from not feeling like or being treated like a beautiful woman had set in years ago.
You felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. You were only existing for your son and waiting for him to go off to the Army. He only had 2 more years of high school until he would be eligible. The thought of waiting 2 more long years for this to happen was tearing you apart. Then you got an idea about how you could escape from this hell you put yourself in. Every day you reminded yourself of this and you held onto this hope to get you through the day. You look up at the clock. 5 o'clock has come already and it's time to go home to make dinner. You can't be late or he gets mad if dinner is not on time. You get home, put down your bag, and your first stop is the bathroom. As you're wiping yourself dry you feel the soft paper run across your clit and the hunger rushes through your body. You fight the urge to touch yourself more. You start making dinner as you try to shove the urges back down and as you fight them you start to feel the depression rise up in you. Dinner was long and drawn out and doing the dishes by yourself was lonely.
God...what a long day you think as you start to take off your clothes. You put on a pair of loose shorts and a big baggy shirt. You sit down at the computer and sign on to Facebook. You face lights up when you see you've got mail. It's probably just a message from a friend back home, but at least it would take away from some of the loneliness you feel inside. You are shocked and excited when you open it to see "his" name pop up. A thrill runs through your body. You smile as you hit the button on the mouse to open the E-mail. Your mind starts to wonder if he will remember you. He does and you blush with the thought of him thinking of you. He asks how you are and that he wondered what had ever happened to you. Your body comes to life as you start to type your answers to his questions and ask some of your own. After about two hours of being online and getting lost in the memories of him you finally turn out the light and call it a night. The next day drags by so slowly and you can't wait to rush home to see if he wrote back. He did! He said he was with someone and that he felt like he was walking through life just like you were. Every day you write to him and wait for the answers he would give you.
One day you found yourself daydreaming that you were on a business trip waiting to go home and home was with "him". Only it's not a daydream anymore. He tells you he wants you. You start to set your plan into motion to get rid of your husband and find a job so that you could be free to go to him. The idea of it scares you, but you can't remember the last time you felt this alive. The months go by with roadblocks, battles, and fight after fight, but alas there's no more depression inside of you as you finally turn the corner onto his street. You and your son have been driving for two days to get there. As you're turning you see him standing in the front yard doing some work. You find yourself holding your breath as you pull up in front of the house. He turns toward the sound and starts to smile as he moves towards you. You realize that you're holding your breath and let it out slowly as you move to get out of the truck.
