Tonight After My Shower – a note to my man

  • Tonight after my shower, I will take to bed 2 things, a jar of K-Y lube and favorite dildo that I haven’t used in a while.   My body will be freshly shaven from head to toe.  I will go to bed naked and use the dildo in my ass  because you are not here to give me your cock 

  • The evening had descended into a velvety blackness, a stark contrast to the glaring lights of the stage from which I had just emerged. The lingering scent of my perfume mixed with the faint musk of my arousal, a scent that grew stronger with each step I took toward the sanctum of my bedroom. The walls whispered of past ecstasies, hinting at the silent symphony of passion that was about to unfold. The cold porcelain of the jar sent shivers down my spine as I clutched it in my hand, the viscous liquid within promising a night of unbridled pleasure. The dildo, my trusty companion, lay waiting like a silent sentinel, gleaming under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, its lifelike contours beckoning to be reunited with my flesh.

  • I slid onto the cool sheets, the sensation sending a delicious chill through my body. With trembling hands, I coated the dildo with the K-Y lube, watching as the gel glistened and clung to the toy’s shaft like a second skin. The anticipation was a palpable force in the air, thick and heavy with the promise of what was to come. I lay back, my breaths shallow and rapid, my heart pounding a staccato rhythm against my ribcage. The coolness of the lube was a stark contrast to the warmth that began to spread through my core as I gently parted my legs, inviting the dildo to take its place within me.

  • The tip of the dildo kissed my anus, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing inward with a gentle yet insistent pressure. I gasped, the sensation both foreign and familiar, a tantalizing mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl. Slowly, I worked the toy deeper into my body, my muscles stretching and welcoming the intrusion. The smoothness of the shaft glided against my inner walls, the texture a delicious reminder of what my body craved most—the feel of a man’s cock, thick and pulsing with desire. I closed my eyes and imagined it was you, your hands guiding the toy, your breath hot against my neck as you whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down my spine.
    As the dildo filled me completely, I couldn’t help but reach down to stroke my what I like to think of as my clit, my fingertips dancing in a delicate ballet of pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that grew in intensity with every movement of the toy. I began to pump it in and out of me, the slick sound of the lube accompanying the soft slaps of skin against skin. The friction built a crescendo of pleasure that made me arch my back and cry out your name, the sound echoing through the empty room.

  • My imagination painted a vivid picture of your touch, your fingers tracing the contours of my body as the dildo mimicked the strokes of your cock. The way you would kiss my neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake, your teeth grazing my earlobe as you whispered dirty secrets that only heightened my desire. My hand found my clit, the little bud of pleasure that pulsed in time with the rhythm of the dildo’s thrusts. I circled it with my forefinger, feeling the heat pool between my legs, my juices coating my hand as I stroked faster and faster.

  • My other hand gripped the bed sheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding back the moans that threatened to spill from my lips. The room grew warmer, the coolness of the air conditioner forgotten as my body temperature soared. Each thrust was met with a quiet whimper, a silent plea for the real thing. The emptiness inside me was filled, but it was a hollow victory. The dildo was a mere substitute, a shadow of the man I longed for, but in my mind, it was you, filling me up, stretching me to the brink of ecstasy.

  • The strokes grew harder, more demanding, as I lost myself in the fantasy. I imagined your hand guiding the dildo, your grip firm and sure, as if you were reclaiming what was rightfully yours. The slickness of the lube mingled with my own wetness, creating a symphony of sensations that danced along my nerve endings. My breathing grew ragged, the sound of my own panting a sweet music that competed with the quiet whispers of my thoughts.
    I reached down to fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples in the way you loved, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger until they stood erect and sensitive. Each twist sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, the connection between my chest and my sex a delicious ache that begged for more. I squeezed them tightly, the pain adding to the crescendo building within me. My hand moved in time with the dildo, the dual sensations creating a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume me.
    My hips began to buck, meeting the toy’s rhythm with an instinctual need. The friction grew more intense, the pressure inside me building like a coiled spring, wound tighter and tighter with each passing moment. The orgasm grew closer, a looming presence that made my muscles quiver and my skin prickle with anticipation. I could feel it, the sweet release that hovered just out of reach, taunting me with its promise.

  • The room spun around me, a whirlwind of shadows and light, as the climax took hold. My body convulsed, muscles clenching around the dildo as I screamed out your name, the sound a raw, primal cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me gasping for air, my body trembling with the aftershocks of an orgasm so powerful it left me weak and spent.

  • Yet, even as the last vestiges of my climax faded away, the emptiness remained. The dildo, once a source of such intense pleasure, now lay still and cold inside me, a stark reminder that it was not you. I pulled it out with a sense of finality, the emptiness in my ass a mirror to the one in my heart. The silence of the room was deafening, the absence of your voice a poignant reminder of the solitude that surrounded me. But as I lay there, sweat-drenched and panting, I knew that tomorrow night, I would repeat this ritual. For now, the memories of our shared ecstasies would have to suffice, a bittersweet elixir that fueled my solo sessions, keeping the flame of our passion alive until the day you would return to me, and we could become one flesh once more.
  • Naked hugs n Kisses
                 Jessi 

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