NOTE: This is a true retelling with no fabrication or fiction. We hope enjoy reading about our cowritten adventures as much as we did having them.
His woman is incredibly generous with her body. The rich treasure they had found in each meant sharing themselves with one another was always a gift and never a chore. Giving herself fully to him was an act of love, an act that he was eager to both reciprocate and receive.
She is the perfect partner outside the bedroom and the most delicious slut in the bedroom. She was a spontaneous, passionate, creative lover, and sexier than he could ever imagine. Her drive and desire for him were off-the-charts.
Her mind was constantly consumed with sexy thoughts about what she wanted to do for him and with him or let him do to her.
She never wore panties, which was her way of giving him permanent permission to dip a finger in her perpetual wetness or pump his cum in her anytime he wanted. She yearned to feel every single droplet of his blazing desire, his liquid love, flood her silky depths whenever he felt the need.
Her ravenous desire for his cum was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Out of their hundreds of love-making sessions, he might have released his load outside her body a total of three times.
This limitless license to access her perfect pussy and her insatiable desire for his cum drove him wild with erotic thoughts and endless possibilities. He never took her precious gift for granted and he rarely, if ever, left her unsatisfied. They shared everything, and nothing was off-the-table.
They had spent an amazing week together, making memories with the kids and muffling their passionate moans after bedtime, but now it was nearly time to head to the airport.
In a few minutes she would drop him off at the airport and sadly pull away. Then they would be apart for a few agonizingly-long weeks. While apart, their communication was constant and consistent, talking on the phone, Facetiming each other and texting all day, most days.
Their long-distance sexual desires were contented by their numerous sexy chats, racy videos of pleasing themselves and sometimes mutually masturbating during a video chat where they often climaxed at the same time.
Despite the mileage between them, their healthy relationship had flourished over the past couple of years. And their lightsocket sex life had grown more steamy as their love matured.
She was easy to miss and hard to live without. He would miss all the things about her. He would miss coffee in the mornings and seeing her sweet, sleepy face first thing when waking up. He would miss talking about anything and everything with her. He would miss laughing, joking and being silly. He would miss being by her side. Everything was better in life when they were together. And she felt the same way.
They would also miss the gentle affection, spontaneous and sizzling kisses, and their lightsocket sex sessions, which sometimes stretched over an hour.
His heart was sad to leave her again for a few weeks. She is a time machine. Days disappear when he's with her, and there's never enough time.
"It's almost time to go, kids," he said loudly. "Go upstairs and bring your luggage down."
"I'm really going to miss you," she said.
"Me too, baby," he said.
