Six weeks you have been away. That's six long weeks since I smelled your scent, felt your embrace, or ran my hands through that thick salt and pepper hair. I think about you all of the time. About when you'll be home and how I'll greet you...About the ways in which I intend to demonstrate the full extent of how much I've missed you.
I love the late-night phone conversations we have at the end of our long hour days. They make the distance seem a bit more endurable. I love that through them, I can still feel close to you, even when you're aren't here.
You make me so wet when you tell me to lay on your side of the bed to pleasure myself. Doing so gives me a sense of warmth and I feel at home. When you tell me to show you my pussy, an electric current runs from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, sparking all of my erogenous zones on the way down. You get me so excited when you tell me how much of a good girl I am for keeping it nice for you, even when you are away. I know how you like it, trimmed but not completely bare. Just enough to tickle your nose when you make love to my flower with your tongue.