Most mornings, scratch that every morning, I wake up horny as fuck. I'm certain if I were a guy, I'd be living with a raging boner at least 20 hours a day. I let out a little giggle as I think about being, at the least, half-mast all day.
This morning was no different to any other day. I roll over to the body next to me, there's nothing graceful about mornings. I try to put an arm around her. She pushes me off her and moves further away. I roll back to my side of the bed and grab my phone.
As my eyes adjust to the screen. I see I've got a missed message. My heart races slightly. It's from her. I feel my pussy tighten. When I open it, the disappointment sets in. I realise it's just a group message. I don't know what I was hoping for.
I flick through tabs on my browser, I'm looking for a short story to assist my good morning quickie. I don't find anything that grabs me, so I go back to the chat and look at a recent photo of her. She really is beautiful, even when she tells me she's a red-hot mess, I think she's gorgeous. I can work with this. The latest photo has a little bit of cleavage visible above her pink tank. She has magnificent boobs.
I think about her a lot, we live on opposite sides of the world, she's in a small town near Boston, Massachusetts, I'm in Melbourne, Australia. We often talk about sex, nothing is taboo, although I feel like she filters more than me. Maybe it's partly because of the time difference her kids are around. She always loosens up after they are asleep.
It's not the first time I've thought about her when masturbating. I've actually told her this a while back, right after I immediately wished I hadn't said it, but it was too late. I didn't know if it made it creepy or if the honesty was appreciated. I guess the fact that we still talk about many things it was closer to being appreciated than not. Right now, my fingers circle my clit. I want her to dictate my instructions, I want her to tell me how to fuck myself, I want to come and scream out her name.
I send her a message, she's not up to much, the kids aren't even home tonight they are at their grandparent's place. She was meant to go out, but her friend cancelled. I tell her I was thinking about calling in sick so we could watch movies and talk if she was up to it. She liked that idea. I send her a picture of me in bed 'I'm sick.' She sends me a picture of her butt cheeks hanging out the bottom of her pyjamas 'I've got the cure here'. She knows me too well. Another message, 'finger yourself, imagine it's my fingers inside you. Rub your clit with your other hand until you are close, then go have a shower.'
It's settled, I'm going to call in sick today. I send a quick text message to my boss, 'Sorry I can't come in today, I've got the beginnings of a cold. I'll send you a doctor's certificate.' Less than 5 minutes later the standard reply comes back 'No worries. Let me know if you're going to be in tomorrow. Don't come in if you're still feeling under the weather, we don't need the office getting sick.'