Just thinking about him moistens my insides, it's something innate and that It has no explanation, something like this h

Just thinking about him moistens my insides, it's something innate and that It has no explanation, something like this has never happened to me with any man. but with him, everything was different. Sometimes I was low in morale, without desire for anything and alone, Seeing him in a photo, butterflies inside me came down to my most precious treasure. Once at work, it occurred to me to call him, he was one of those boring days when you have nothing better to do in the office and needed listen to his voice. Strangely, he answered me, because he also worked in that schedule, but maybe, he also needed my voice at that moment, and Although, it was a normal and ordinary conversation, between two friends, upon hearing him, my heart began to beat more frequently, my breathing deeper and my wet panties How I wanted that man for God's sake...that wasn't healthy. I spent the rest of the morning with him in thought and with tickling my sex. I longed to come home and lie down in my bed and give free rein to my imagination. Although, thinking about him was enough to turn me on, no I needed more encouragement. I finished the day and even the desire had not dissipated. Yeah I could have, I would have taken a plane, and I would have shown up there, where was, begging him to possess me anywhere. No man ever I had discovered my libido as he had with just his own presence, his voice and his personality. It was a spell and I was completely trapped by him. I came home and left the keys on the table. I prepared to take a shower, in the room I left the clothes folded on the armchair, already in the bathroom, I took off my underwear. I filled the bathtub and put relaxing salts, The water was quite warm when I got into it, but it was very pleasant. I placed my head on the edge of the side with a folded towel, I was very comfortable, the foam covered me completely, it's funny how things simple things can make you happy but then, again the memory of He approached me and I had an immediate response. I squeezed my legs but that even more activated my desire. I took a deep breath, I was very relaxed, the smell of the salts next to the soap, the heat of the water, its warmththe memory of his voice I slid a hand to my thighs and gently touched my sex, checking that I was very excited, I He liked to caress me very gently, without rushing, without stress. Finally, I spread my legs and began to caress myself more power, letting in a finger from time to time, but continuing with my finger on my clitoris that suffered the chills of my desires. It occurred to me that the jet of water projected on it, such It may have been pleasant, and I was not wrong. At first, I hit it, it was like being in a jacuzzi, very fun, but when you pulled it apart, the water pressure was a wonderful boost. I never wanted it to end, it was exciting, and in my mind, It was Caesar's tongue that gave me such pleasure. My hair stood on end, despite being submerged in water hot, the desire gave me chills so powerful that it made me cold. I turned off the tap. I took a deep breath and determined to reach orgasm. He had already played too much, now, he wanted the reward. The water had become warm, so I heated it a little more, Thus leaving my desire to diminish momentarily. I also let the foam would rise again and cover me completely and once it was all over again, I would put myself back comfortable in my bathtub and let Caesar invade my mind again. When I closed my eyes I was no longer alone but with him. The caresses were made by his hands, by kisses, by his lips In my ears his voice It resonated like whispers, it was there with me. I recognize that the power of the mind It's wonderful because without being able to be with him, I was at that moment. I imagined that he was with me in the bathtub, that this was more big and that his hand was the one that worked my sex. In my mind he did everything Wonderful, just the way I liked it. I felt his breath close to me, his desire For me, it was a wonderful experience and that's how I imagined my sex was. licked whole by him. First, slowly, focusing on my clitoris sensitive to his caresses, then, with more rhythm until like this, provide me with a immense pleasure that exploded into a gigantic orgasm. It took me several minutes to recover and open my eyes to see understand that my imagination had been to blame for all this, my imagination and César, who from a distance, turned me on like no one had ever managed. do it. I am a woman who masturbates frequently, but as that time, never... I had never felt anything like that and the discovery of what what I would be able to do with a toy made me reconsider the idea of buying myself one. But that's another story.