Hello there, my dear and constant reader....itâs been a long time. So long, in fact, that I could write enough stories about me going solo to cause this website to crash. I was thinking about you the other day, and decided to tell you where those thoughts lead me...to share this fantasy that I am sure you and I both have had over the last few months, so make sure to settle in for a nice, long ride. Are you ready?
It was around 6 p.m., on a cold and snowy Friday, and I found my mind wandering to places that it hadnât been in a long time. I had the house all to myself, a wondrous and rare occasion, and I decided to take advantage of it. I opened up a bottle of wine, put on some music, and, after sipping a few glasses, lit up a joint. I was starting to feel a nice slow buzz creeping throughout my body, and decided that a long, hot bubble bath sounded absolutely amazing right about now.
As I walked in the bathroom and glanced around the room, I couldnât help but think of you; the shiny new tile that you had laid so carefully, the faucets that you had tightened with shaking hands as you tried not to think about what we could have been doing in there....No, I wasnât going to go there again. I couldnât afford to. I had called you on your cell phone earlier that day and left you a message, saying that I would be alone for the night, and thought it would be nice to get together. You hadnât called back, nor did I expect you to. I mentally kicked myself, wondering when I would ever get it that I just needed to give you up and leave you be. I turned on the water, poured in the bubble bath,and tried to shove you out of my mind for the fiftieth time that week.
But as I removed my clothes and started to step into the water, it became increasingly more difficult to ignore the images of you running through my head. As I sank down into the bubbles, I smiled to myself, thinking, of all the rooms in the house, this was the one that reminded me of you the most, and it also happened to be the only one that we hadnât touched each other in. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted you. My nipples grew hard and I felt a stirring in my center that only you could create. I closed my eyes, laid back in the big clawfoot tub, and gave in to fantasy.
As I ran my hands over my soapy tits, my nipples grew even harder as I imagined your hot, wet tongue running over them, first the left, and then the right....I pinched and pulled, memories flooding my body of your mouth sucking and pulling on them until I could almost come from that alone. I raised up on my knees, sliding my right hand down over my pussy. The soap from my fingers combined with the dampness dripping from my aching cunt was almost enough to send me right over the edge. I slid two fingers back and forth over my clit, then down into my cunt, trying my hardest to fuck myself with those fingers as hard as you did, but it wasnât working. I slid them back out, running them back up over my clit, lightly flicking it with my fingertips, imagining that it was your hot, wet tongue. My left hand worked back and forth across my tits, stopping to squeeze and pull on my nipples as I kneeled there in the water, eyes closed, bringing myself closer and closer....
Suddenly an image flashed through my dazed mind, and I could picture you there, my hands holding desperately onto the back of your head, your ice blue eyes staring up at me through the steam, as your hot tongue worked feverishly over my clit, stopping every now and then to run down and swirl around inside of me...that was all I could take. My fingers worked faster and I exploded, coming harder than I had in a long time, and I moaned out loud, your name echoing in the empty bathroom.
I sank back into the water, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath in the steam-filled room. My nipples were hard and covered in little beads of sweat...Between the alcohol, the pot, the candlelit hot room, and my massive orgasm, I was shaking and the room was spinning. I tried to stand up to get out, almost falling, when I felt a hand grasp my arm to steady me...I looked up and there you were, standing in the doorway. I blinked and shook my head a little, expecting you to fade away, but there you still stood, with a grin on your face and a twinkle in your eye.
I said nothing, but could feel a flush creep up my face as I realized you had just witnessed the entire scene. You silently reached down and took my hand, pressing it to the front of your jeans where your cock was already hard as a rock straining to get out of itâs confines. I felt my embarrassment start to fade away, being replaced with some sort of animal lust that I had only known with you. Besides, it wouldnât be the first time youâd seen me do something like that.
I immediately sank to my knees in front of you and worked the button loose on your jeans. I leaned forward and grasped the zipper between my teeth, slowly pulling it down. I then moved my mouth over your cock, sending my hot breath through the denim, making it twitch with anticipation of what was to come. I finally reached up with my hands to pull down your jeans and free your raging hard-on.
