Masturbation imagination

If I close my eyes, I can see you walking up the front steps. You open the screen door and scoop me up in your arms and hold me tight. You smell like sunshine and fresh air.

You lean down to kiss me, your tongue is hot and heavy in my mouth. Your hands slide under my shirt against my skin, under my bra and you squeeze my nipples ... hard.

We sink to the floor and you pull my pants open and find me slick and eager for your touch. Slide your fingers in and I start to cum almost immediately. You bite my neck as I orgasm into your hand, the pain and pleasure intermingle making my orgasm deep and intense.

Pull down your pants and in one swift movement you are inside me. I have missed you there, deep inside where it's just you and me.

You fuck me hard and strong, pushing me over and over as I twist and cum beneath you. I feel your breath quick and wet on my neck. You moan from the intense pleasure and your dick throbs, wanting the release.

I look up into your eyes and you lean in to kiss me just as your start to spew inside me.

This is what I see when I masturbate to you.

Longing for my lover

I miss my lover's hands, and the way he slides them over my skin. Down my ribs, over my hip and back up again. I want to feel his fingers digging into my ass as he pulls me closer to him, pushing his hard dick deeper inside me.

I miss my lover's lips. Soft and tender on my mouth. Slow and easy on my throat. I want to feel his lips and tongue caressing my clit, shove his face into my pussy as he licks and strokes me over and over until I cum in his mouth.

I miss my lover's dick. Long, hard and always eager. I want to taste it, rub my tongue around the ring of his head, slide down his shaft and suckle him until he finally lets go and spurts hot sweet cum into my face.

I miss my lover's body, the smell of his skin, the rhythm of his fast breath, the quick beat of his heart, the thrusting of his pelvis. I miss the orgasms I know he will give me, and I look forward to seeing him very soon.