Jerking off for you

Our long hug goodbye at the airport would fuel us until we saw each other again — it was always the way with the embers of desire; inevitably they would grow out of control and one of us would make a desperate call with a grand plan to find our way back to each other.

The house was empty, but the memories of the weekend were fresh, and I busied myself tidying up and getting ready for the week ahead. I even made it out for an evening run after receiving a text saying you’d landed and how you missed me already — embers smouldered.

As I got ready for bed, I went for a quick shower, turned on the light and saw your message handwritten on the mirror in pale pink lipstick.

Thank you for a wonderful weekend. I already miss your touch (among other things). See you soon and think of me!

 S 

The message was accented with the soft imprint of a kiss.

As I read the message again and focused on the kiss, I could taste you; feel your breasts pressed into me as we kissed; hear your soft groans as I played with your lips and slid a finger inside a hungry pussy. I relived how we found ourselves fucking on the kitchen table and let myself get lost in memories.

My hand went to my cock and imagined your hand moving along the shaft as your tongue circling the head. I was hard now and as I pushed my shorts down I could see the reflection of my hard cock through the letters; as I I thought of you riding me, there was a frenetic energy as I stroked with a desire to cum for you — cum in you. I watched the intensity of my orgasm and leaned into the sink for balance; globs of my cum now decorating the sink and I shivered from the sensitivity of my cock as I moved to clean myself up.

When I finally got into bed, I texted to thank you for the wonderful message and tell you I had jerked off, and wasn’t going to clean the mirror for the while. I was surprised when you replied because I assumed you would be asleep.

We shared our desires into the night, and in the dark, the embers glowed.

W