Him...

Laying on the couch my thoughts wander to him. Him who I know only from pictures, a voice over the phone, words on the computer screen. I imagine his voice and I start to get aroused. My hands move to my nipples, I feel them get hard under my fingers, I moan. I think of things he has said to me. Things he knows gets me excited. He knows me better than I know myself. He knows the right things to say to me that will take me to a place only he can take me. A place I never knew existed before him. A place he told me was possible to get to with his words. He starts off slowly, speaking quietly, telling me how much he wants me. He tells me to put my vibrator on my clit. It feels so good. He tells me he is going to take me to that place. I get more excited. I want to be there with him. I feel myself get hot and wet. All I can hear is the sound of his voice. His voice telling me to let go. My hands wander over my body. My hand moves to turn the vibe up to a higher speed. I jump. He hears the hitch in my voice. I can hear his smile. He knows I am getting closer. He builds on it. I feel my pussy dripping. I want to feel his hands on me, his cock inside me. He knows he makes me feel things no other man has. I feel myself getting closer and closer. Nothing else matters. Nothing but his voice and my excitement. I moan louder. He keeps talking. Never stopping. He tells me to let go. Let it go. I am so close, so damn close. I hear him getting more and more aroused, which makes me in turn get more aroused. His voice, omg his voice. I feel myself reach the top and then he says the one thing to me that takes me over the edge. I start cumming, calling out his name. Over and over I cum. Not wanting this feeling to ever go away. He won't let me stop, he controls me. He tells me when I am done. Just when I think I can't take anymore, I cum again. I can hear in his voice he is close. At that moment, nothing is more important to me than his orgasm. But he won't stop. He tells me I am not done yet, he is not finished with me yet. I scream. I feel my pussy gush. I feel nothing but that. Then I hear him start to cum. I call out his name again. I love this feeling of knowing I made him cum. He cums so hard. I smile. He says fuck fuck fuck. Then he says baby, come back. Come back to your room, come back to your bed. I lay there breathing hard, spent. We lay there, each in our own beds. Seperate, but connected. I open my eyes, I am on the couch alone, but I smile remembering. I can't wait to hear his voice again...