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Free Oral Sex Stories - Nicole's Journal
December 4, 2003
Dearest Journal
It had been two and half weeks since I'd seen Larry. The ache inside me left me with a burning desire to be wanted and cared for. It hurt just to breath. I hate being so lonely. Sometimes I understand his being so busy, other times, I'm simply a woman that misses him, and I don't understand.
Yesterday was a writing day for me. Since my line of work has me desperately thinking of what I would want to do with him when I get him into my bed, it bothered me not to have him here. I needed him so much. Wanted to be buried underneath him, only surviving by breathing in his scent, having his air forced into my lungs through his lips.
Soon I found myself going into the utility room, our room, the room that I fixed up with a bed where we could be together the moment he walked through the door. I lay on the bed completely naked. I felt like I needed to have him in some way, even if it was only in my mind.
For a few minutes, I lay in bed with my legs spread and knees bent. I let my hands wander slowly over my breasts and down my stomach. Thinking of Larry's strong, hot hands moving over my body. I closed my eyes and could see him intently watching me squirm as he touched me. He bent to lick down the middle of my breasts and straight down. For a long time, I didn't touch between my legs no matter how badly I really wanted to. The chilly air in the room hit the wetness driving me insane with need.
After a long moment, I let my fingers tickle over the hairless mound, and I gasped with delight and joy. It felt so good. "Touch me, Larry," I said, out loud to my imaginary lover.
With the palm of my hand, I squeezed tightly, and then began to play in the wetness. Sometimes I just liked to rub all my fingers in it, deep inside myself, and over my clit. I bought my wet fingers up to my nipples and squeezed them tight, and then I licked the wetness from my fingers as if sucking on Larry's hard need. I wished to have him deep down my throat at that moment. I wanted to grab onto his hips and drive him as deep as I could.
Almost harshly, I played with my clit and put as many fingers inside me as I could. I nearly wanted to fist myself. Next to me I took my vibrator and buried it deeply into me. Harder with each thrust, I screamed in happiness. Then I took it from myself and put it between my lips, sucking it while with the other hand played with my clit. The wetness was heard throughout the room as I plunged it back in until I was ready to cum. Turning it on the fastest vibration, I put it on my clit for a few seconds and screamed Larry's name. I squeezed my very hard nipples as I came. The wetness from my orgasm dripped down to my ass, so I rubbed it around the hole. It all felt so good.
Then I had the most awesome surprise today. I had on a skirt, white sweater, and panties, because I'm always hoping that Larry will stop by. It's such a nice surprise when he does. I hate his job, because it keeps him away, but at other times it brings him to me. This was one of those times.
I grabbed onto him the moment he walked through the door. Kissing him between the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I was that happy to see him that I wanted him and cried at the same time. Our kissing was fast, complete, and passionate. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. I pressed my body close to him, the tears still rolling down my cheeks as we continued to kiss.
"I want you, Larry. I want you so much," I cried to him, then kissed again. My hands unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He didn't push me away or stop me. He wanted me the same. We had such passion for each other. That was why the bed in the room he enters, because most of the time, we never made it any farther than that.
"Take me, darling," he said, as he took off my shirt and pushed my skirt to the floor. As I kissed him over and over, I madly undid his pants, aching to touch him, taste him. I knew that I should wait, I should take my time and not be so persistent about what I wanted, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself.
As his pants and boxers hit the floor, I immediately went down with them. My hands ran all over his aching rod and balls, between his thighs. I could hear his moans and when I looked up, I could see the joy on his face as he watched his cock disappear into my mouth and down my throat. I didn't want to wait for him anymore. Fire burned through my veins, not to be pleased but to please. My hands massaged his ass, and then my fingers ran over his balls. I continued to suck him until his moans were deep from his throat and his warm, sweet cum ran down my throat. I moaned with him so excited to be able to make him feel that way.
He pulled me up to him and hugged me so tight his arms. Tears started to run down my cheeks again. Larry wiped them away with the palm of his hands as he felt me melt in his arms.
"Are you okay, Darling?" He asked. "You were so wild."
"You didn't like it?" I asked.
"You know I loved it, but the tears and everything. Are you okay?"
"I missed you," I said, crying, burying my head in his chest.
"I could tell. I missed you, too," he said.
"I just wanted to please you so much. I didn't want you to do anything. I had to make you feel good. I had to touch you and taste you. I couldn't stop myself," I told him.
"You can take your emotions out on me anytime," he said, smiling and wiping the tears from my cheeks again. "I love when you miss me."
"I hate it. I would do this more often if you were here more."
"I think you would get sick of me," he said, looking sweetly at me.
"I think I'm ready for you to try to make me sick of you," I said, bringing my lips to him and kissing him again.
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