Anticipation of the meeting
If love is strong enough, then the anticipation of a meeting becomes happiness. .
For several days she lived on this – the agonizing anticipation, walking like a shadow.
Sometimes the anticipation of the meeting held joy, captivated, intrigued. .
Other times, for her, it was a cruel trial!
Unbearable, torturous, in which she seemed like a sick person, and instead of a doctor – there was the meeting with Him!
A few days remained until the meeting with her beloved and desired man, her lover.
The separation had stretched to a week – too long for her – and she was already desperately missing his eyes, his scent, his
palms, ringing down on her rounded ass, the blowjob – alternating between tenderness and lightness, and domineering roughness and sharpness. .She missed his touches, his kisses. .
She was already anticipating this long-awaited moment when she would be alone with This Man!
Excitement in her blood, a revolution of feelings and emotions, discovering something new and hitherto unknown in herself – she knew with a sixth sense – that soon, at their meeting – all this would happen to her!
She awaited this event, going over the smallest details of their meetings in her memory, recalling familiar features. .
For several days, with His permission, she fantasized, dreaming in every minute of touches to herself, about his cock, about the hard, mixed with caresses, thrusts.
She is wet, dreaming of Him. . and her hands reach for the lustful hole in anticipation of an imminent orgasm. . now she is free in her desires, dreams, and all she needs is fantasies, and tender fingers touching the wet spot!
In her dreams, she fantasized about everything!
It excited her and kept her from sleeping at night – they went so far!
From tender and sensual, to the most perverted pictures!
She caressed herself everywhere – secluded in the room – falling onto the big bed, and spreading her legs wide. . in the shower, under the sound of falling and gurgling water. . simply in the toilet – vulgar and primitive. .
She imagined their sex – to her it seemed the pinnacle of their relationship!
His hands – they took her by the hair, and threaded his cock onto her mouth! rough, sharp, deep, as He liked, alternating with spitting in her mouth! her thirsty mouth was ready for everything – pleasure, cum, spit, rain!
And from this she was ready to cum, already not understanding if it was fantasy or reality, so vivid were the memories!
She slid her fingers between her legs, and it seemed to her – that it was her desired cock entering the insatiable slit!
Just as Only He wanted!
Even in fantasies – she always remained simply a thing, His Thing!
This had now become the meaning of her life!
She masturbated, and felt with her entire being, with the inner walls of her flowing little hole – every one of his movements deeper!
So vivid were her emotions, so indescribable were the memories of past meetings!
She was desperately waiting for the meeting!
She wanted to fuck with Him, like the last insatiable slut! To become just a creature, moaning and screaming like an animal, remembering how his cock fucks her all over and everywhere, and fingers rhythmically sink into her ass!
All this – she was still allowed to do today. .
And then – a plug inserted into her ass, and complete oblivion of her own desires.
After all, she no longer had her own desires, and all His desires became law for her, fulfilling them was her happiness!
The plug settled inside her, and with it came unbearable hours of waiting, and a ban on her sweet little mischief.
It didn't let her think about anything except the meeting!
It made her its prisoner, which now wouldn't let her sleep until morning!
But how great would be the gratitude when, at the meeting, she would hear his voice, and the permissive word!
Once a day she sometimes took out the plug, applying lube thickly, and inserted it into its now familiar place!
She walked with it all day, and in that day her thoughts and eyes were those of a hungry bitch!
With it, Everything aroused her!
Light memories, fantasies, beautiful faces, bodies, men and women passing by!
A summer day – she encountered women, beautiful, dressed provocatively, revealing their sexuality, and exciting her imagination!
Her eyes didn't look into their eyes, afraid that someone would see in them how much she wanted sex!
This both frightened and aroused her simultaneously!
If only the meeting would come sooner!
All that remained – was to wait patiently.
She didn't want to sleep – she simply couldn't, so agonizing was the wait for morning!
It seemed to her that the clock hands were moving backward, and a minute became an hour. and she became just a shadow, dissolved in the night's anguish.
Thoughts stirred her brain. . in different shades – happiness, anguish, and also doubt – what if the meeting is postponed – and then tiny despair settled in her restless head this night. But she is happy. that means she is alive, and her heart beats – sometimes calmly, sometimes tremulously and rapidly. And in her head the question "When already?" When will the strong and gentle palm touch her face, and the beloved voice utter the word that has become the most precious word in her world! A sleepless night, interspersed with short segments of sleep, was approaching dawn!
Salvific, giving hope that this day would bring her happiness and the joy of meeting the main Man in her life!
That on this day, she would meet His eyes, in which, perhaps, there would be at least a tiny particle of the same feelings she had experienced these days, and in this agonizing night!
Although. . let these be only Her wonderful moments, and completely unnecessary hopes. .