It has been a long three weeks that you've been away and it's almost hard for me to believe that you're actually back and we're in bed together. I know it is part of the reality I have to face when I made the decision to start a relationship with a married man but being by myself for so long has been incredibly hard. My vibrator has certainly gotten a workout during those lonely nights while you were away, and the daily text messages outlining what you'd like to be doing to me definitely didn't help matters any.
Last night was incredible - from the moment you called to tell me your flight had landed I was completely beside myself with the most intensely erotic thoughts. I blushingly had to admit that my hands strayed beneath my skirt on more than one occasion during the day, even though I knew I didn't have to wait much longer for the release I had been without for some time. When you arrived at my place I was ready and waiting, it was everything I could do to not just be completely naked - the thought of slowing down to undress just made matters all the more urgent. But I knew that the fun I would derive from teasing you would make up for having to wait while you begged to see me naked. Although we always enjoy using toys, and I had purchased a couple of new ones while you were gone, one we started there was no way we could be distracted from each other for long enough to even open the packages. We were all over the apartment: on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the shower...I can't even recall the number of different positions, or the number of orgasms we had - but we definitely made up for lost time before finally falling asleep in each others arms, completely spent from the evening's activities.
