I miss...

The Friday afternoons at work, thinking that 4:30 would never come, knowing he would be at my apartment by 6:00 and that I would have a wonderful weekend. I miss the sound of the truck door closing and the "beep" it made as he locked it. I can hear the key turning in the front door and the voice that would say "honey, I'm home." Sitting at the table, the candle light soft and glowing, talking about our week ...the things that made us mad, the things that made us laugh, sharing our worlds. I can taste our first kiss, feel his hands as they touched me in ways that no one else ever has or ever will. I miss making love...the way he would slowly pull me into his arms, our bodies warm and wanting, the way I would travel down his body...my hands, my lips, my tongue feeling and tasting each inch. The scent of him as I kissed the tip of his hard cock..tasting what I had so many times, but feeling the excitement as if it were the first time all over again. His manhood so hard and throbbing as I dragged it over my lips...then opening my mouth, letting him slip inside the warm wetness. Smiling up at him as he
moaned and whispered "oh yes baby" Slowly engulfing him, the salty taste of the first little dribble of pre cum as it leaked from him...my hand reaching down...nails lightly grazing over his balls...smiling, not knowing who was loving this moment more. My mouth moving up and down slowly, the tip of my tongue teasing him...my teeth lightly grazing his hardness...the look in his eyes...his hands moving to the back of my head....setting the rhythm My own body writhing on the bed...nipples hard and aching..feeling myself growing wetter wanting him so badly. My mouth moving faster..his hips rising off the bed..our actions in perfect unison. The sound of his breath, short and hard as his fingers tangled tighter in my hair. And then..his growl of pleasure mixing with the whimpers of mine as he exploded in my throat...

I miss him...so very much....