The space in bed beside her is empty. He is not there.
Lying on her side, she caresses her naked breasts the way he would if he was there.
But it’s not enough.
The space in bed beside her is empty. He is not there.
Lying on her side, she caresses her naked breasts the way he would if he was there.
But it’s not enough.
Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.
Continue reading “Longing for orgasmic release”This is a sequel to Morning Mist.
It wasn’t that long ago when she actualized a long-lived fantasy; being nude outside in the fresh air and the early morning sunshine. Continue reading “Indecent morning mist”