It has been three months since he left. Everything seems so empty without him. My bath time seems to be the best remedy for however I feel that day. Lonely days lead to contemplations and remembering happy memories while I lay in the tub. Tears of frustration fall when I do not hear from him or when I run into a challenge that he usually resolves. Sensual moments come when I long for his touch and to be next to him. When I sink into the tub, the emotions overtake me. This is the time where I let go and allow myself to feel.
A letter arrives from him, how exciting! It has been a while since his handwritten letter has made its way. The letter remains sealed since I wish to read it while I am in the tub. Chores are distractingly done. My mind continues to be focused on the letter that waits. Finally the time comes and I fill up the tub with hot water. Candles are lit.
I lower myself in the tub struggling to keep my hands dry. I think of him, how he smells, how he hugs me and how he makes me feel. The envelope is in my hand and I read my name in his handwriting. Finally, I open the letter and read. Unconsciously, a hand trails down...
Marisa,
I know you just got into the tub. I wish I were there to keep you company as I usually do. In a sense, I AM keeping you company. Think of me sitting close to you, telling you about my day and you telling me about yours. I am not going to go into details about what has been going on here. I have mentioned that here and there.
This letter is about you and I. Us. The moments we share and the moments while we touch. I think of little things, how your perfume smells, how I steal caresses along your back as I zip up your dress. I remember watching you as you sit on the edge of the bed pulling up the stocking up your legs. I love being enticed by the view of you and trying to change your mind to stay home so that I may enjoy every bit of you. I miss walking behind you, breathing in your perfume and essence. I enjoy the view of your shapely ass and legs. I miss sinking my face into your hair in the back of your neck.
This is pure torture. I close my eyes and feel your hand trailing up my legs as you always do while I am driving. When I open my eyes to look down, I do not see your hand. How I wish to see your hand there and grabbing it and putting it to my hard cock. In futile hopes of complete satisfaction that only you can give me before we reach our destination. This was your way of teasing me, to lengthen our lovemaking.