Ode to Long Distance

i was a very good girl today
cleaning and laundering and such
calling people, untangling clients, working on articles

i found my focus wandering
this evening
(too much stuff running amok in my head
and not enough relaxation
makes me a slightly frustrated girl)

i took matters into my own hands
a warm bath and incense
a toy or two
and me

sliding under the water
drifting into thoughts of you
flashes of pictures
chains and restraints and cum shots, oh my

and memories of convertibles
and sun and zippers
and the taste of you
sliding between my lips
hardening at my caresses
your fingers brushing my hair on the way to the gearshift
your moans, low and soft and mmmmm...

and your hands
over stocking tops
ohhh
and isn't it time to check in yet?
you
looking straight into my eyes
and fucking me senseless

again
and again

my fingers sliding down
across nipples
you brushed them with your knuckles
(nobody'd ever done that before, i liked it)
teased me

and sliding further
eyes closed, remembering, imagining
fantasizing
in circles, small, just over and around my clit
down
inside me
one, then, two fingers
then my favorite toy
fucking me

like you
only not
not as good, but close enough for fucking geography
deep
and deeper

"mmm.. god.. fuck me" i hear
(did i say that?)
and then, flashes of you
cumming for me
onto me

i bite my lip
and whimper to stifle the scream
as my cunt spasms
again
and again

thank you for a pleasant evening, lover...
wish you were here