Richard was always wonderful to me, it is a shame he has emigrated to Australia because I missed him so very much. Just to be here living in the same house we shared for five years did hurt some. All those places we made it together, on the sofa, across the dining room table, on the floor, in front of a burning open fire, all those images flashing through my mind, all just mere memories now.
But the move was good for him, so we had to come to a compromise, that he would come over every so often and shared a vacation with me.
But that doesn't stop my vivid dreams of him, there beside me in the bed, just feeling the warmth and desire of his body take me at his will, and usually mine too. If when those rare times occurred, I was not of like mind, he fucked me anyway - that is after I got a jolly good thrashing steeped over his lap for being so utterly stubborn. I can still feel the sting in my ass as he fucked me deep and rough pushing me over the back of the sofa for maximum steerage and depth, when I felt the pain of the whole seven and a half of him thrust deep inside, moving my ass to and fro -when usually he'd take it gently, gradually working it in me, that gorgeous ripe throbbing cock of his giving me what I needed and wanted.
But it was different when he was riled, he hated it when I was reluctant for him to fuck me. Like it was my duty to let him have me at his demand, like I was a lump of meat, even a thorough wanking or sucking would not please him, he'd want the whole thing and if I didn't agree, then came the spanking, sometimes in my jeans, sometimes my shorts but most times bare assed and I must have yelled and yelled for mercy, but to no avail, I just had to learn for him to take me willy-nilly of my feelings and I guess in the end, although sometimes I hated him for it, and I was feeling the numbness in my ass for days after, I still loved him and miss him terribly.
It is crazy though because you know what, besides using a Richard sized dildo in my ass I still spank it with a brush head, until I can feel the sting no more because the numbness has set in. I try to imagine just how it was for him thrashing me like that across his lap or whatever position he fancied me. I was doing it to myself in front of a long mirror and imagining I was looking at my ass with Richard's eyes and being am able to see the attraction he saw in the spanking routine and the fuck afterwards. So when it came to me fucking myself with the dildo I closed my eyes and imagined that Richard was still there behind me, me on all fours and he pumping that quality cock into me.