Last Thought

         I thought about you today, at least a hundred times. Every one of those times, I felt the eager desires akin to butterflies in the stomach, only these were accompanied by an arousal in my loins and a few achy twitches of my sleeping cock.

I remember the last time we talked, a few hours ago. The conversation, while having some superfluous chit-chat in it, quickly rotated around to sex. It usually does with conversations I am involved in. The distance between us, while being quite a successful barrier for our physical bodies, was only an amplifier for our sexual tension and energy. The more we talked about what positions we felt were fun and the mote we talked about out inhibitions (or lack thereof), the more turned on we got. You would tell me how horny you were, which stiffened my already aching and neglected cock. I would tell you what I would do you you if we were together, which generated an ache and wetness in your pussy.

I would then send you a story I wrote about how excited you make me feel. You read and as we talk I can tell you are becoming quite aroused. Your nipples reach out, waiting to be touched, caressed, and kissed. While we are talking I have closed my door and removed my pants. My cock was swollen and aching with a desire to be slid inside of you.

You tell me the story was great. I start to stoke my shaft and instantly the head swelled. We talked more, each statement describing the nuances if the different positions we found appealing. The more we talk, more I stroked. I couldn't help myself. I wanted inside of you, desperately.

I nearly pushed myself over the edge when I described to you how I wanted to see you ride me. Breasts heaving as I rocked you forcefully, back and forth on my hardened cock , deep inside filling you up. All that you say is how your pussy is throbbing, and how you wanted me so bad. Oh how I wanted to oblige you. I was close to coming and wanted to tell you, but I didn't. I was masturbating in secret while we talked, but I really wanted you to know. Instead, I continued out painfully arousing conversation, stroking my cock and envisioning some of the things I wanted to do to you.

A vision suddenly hits me, and nearly topples me over in my chair. I am stoking faster when I see you, in my mind, taking me by the hand to your room. I stop and pull you back to me, grinding you against me and kissing with such passion.

We are on the stairs, griping and kissing each other, panting, barely able to control ourselves. I reach up and slide my hand behind your back, up to your neck and intertwine my fingers in your hair. My other hand slides under your bra and pinches your aching nipple.

In one forcefully motion I grip your hair and pull your head back, kissing your neck, nibbling with my teeth. At the same time I slide my hand down beneath your panties, run a finger through the slit to spread your wetness over your clit, making your kneed buckle with desire.

You cry out in passion at the onslaught of sensations brought on by my strong hands. You try to speak but I thwart every attempt of communication (other than the expression of sexual joy) with either a kiss, a bite, a stroke or insertion of a finger on or in your pussy.

Soon you are lost in sexual bliss, grinding against me, grabbing at my cock, trying to free it. With one last violent thrust and a lip-biting whimper, your orgasm cascades over the wall off your inhibition, sweeping with the current of a desire fulfilled.

My fantasy transitions unto a harsh reality as my cock erupts all over my lap and stomach. As I moan to exquisite joy, I realize that I am once again, alone in my room, distant from you. Unable to share the experience, until now.