Thursday, 16 August 2012
Early morning dreaming
We have chatted (and more) by phone, we have texted a bit and we have spent time together online (quite a bit this week). Virtual interaction is fine, but it isn't the same. You can't feel someone when you are online, touching yourself isn't the same as when they do it.
i have taken to thinking about Sir when lying in bed in the morning. The time when you wake, when you haven't yet moved. Or the time when i have brought my morning drink (hot water with lemon) back to bed and the news in droning on in the back ground. i think and i dream about what has happened before and what will happen next time.
i think of His cock. i think of how big it will be when it emerges from his trousers as i kneel before him. i think of how smooth it will be, how it will taste and how i will lick him and suck him. i think of how wet i will be as i suck, i think of how deep he will go.
i think of how He will restrain me, my hands cuffed. i think of my collar, which He will put on me as soon as we arrive at our hotel room.
i think of the nipple clamps. Of the way He sucks my nipples to prepare them. That feeling of pain followed by immense pleasure as He applies one clamp then the other. The pain and the pleasure when He pulls the little chain.
i think of the pleasure i get when He tells me: "you are wet slut" when He first touches my clitoris and how much more wet i become as He strokes me.
i think of Him taking me, using me, making me a whole person again. i think of the pleasure he gets from knowing that what we do together is reserved for him alone.
Sometimes, though not always, i make myself cum during these thoughts; often it doesn't take long. More usually though i just think and then get up, happy in the knowledge that however long i have to wait, one day sooner or later this will be real again.
Four days and counting!