I am lying in our bed, alone, as is usual lately.....sleeping, finally. I begin to dream, I dream of you, and of me, and of us, and of how good it feels to be with you. I begin to dream that you are there with me, holding me, and then I feel your hand, slowly, softly, like a caress of silk sliding down my arm and leg, and then slowly, so slowly, up the other side....but where I somehow know I want your touch the most, you avoid.
You begin to caress and touch me everywhere, except where I ache for your touch....my neck, my arms, stomach, and legs...and then finally, you begin to kiss me.....you start with my lips and work your way to my neck, always teasing....finally, you work your way down to my breasts, and I think I will die when you enclose first one, and then the other nipple in your hot, wet mouth. You take your time, lavishing my breasts with your attentions; I don't think you missed a single spot!
You begin once again to tease my body, I can feel my pussy throbbing, aching for your touch, but it seems to be the one place you are avoiding. I begin to beg of you, "please touch my pussy, feel it, rub it, I need you there, please Baby,"....you laugh at me, and tell me I will just have to wait, because you are going to take your time and thoroughly enjoy myself, and that I shouldn't worry, you will make sure I am well sated by the time you are done as well.
You slowly begin to rub your hands down across my stomach, followed by your lips, kissing and lightly nipping as you go....down my left leg, you pay so much attention to the sensitive are behind my knee that I cry out......all the way to the ankle......and then you once again begin the slow, torturous return trip up the other leg......but this time, when you get to the top of my thigh, I can feel your breath, hot, fast, on my quivering pussy. Oh yes! I think, please, finally, this is where I need him.
You hold that position for what feels like forever, just breathing, hot, and moist, watching my pussy quiver, waiting for your touch, getting wetter and wetter in the anticipation until you can finally see the moisture begin to seep out of my pussy, as I can contain it no longer. I begin to beg again, but you slide your body up against mine, leaving my pussy, and kiss me to silence. I want to scream out my frustration, but you won't let me, and instead you tell me to be patient, we have all weekend you say.
I want to protest, because I know you will be leaving me again soon, when the alarm goes off in the morning this dream will be rudely interrupted, leaving me aching and lonely for your presence again.