Blizzard of Desire

The biting wind howled outside, a relentless assault on the hotel windows, mirroring the storm raging within me. A week. Seven agonizing days away from Abbie, lost in the sterile confines of a corporate conference in Chicago. The blizzard had ground everything to a halt, trapping me here, a million miles from the warmth of her embrace. My phone buzzed with a text from her – “Just the weather, honey. Miss you terribly.” It was a small comfort, a digital thread connecting me to the woman who held the key to my sanity.

The shower was my sanctuary, a momentary escape from the bleak reality of my situation. The hot water cascaded over me, loosening the knots of frustration and loneliness that had begun to constrict my chest. As the steam swirled around me, my thoughts inevitably drifted to Abbie, and with them, the potent, primal desires that simmered beneath the surface of our lovemaking. It wasn't simply the beauty of her face or the grace of her movements that captivated me, but the raw, untamed passion that radiated from her core. The thought of her filled my senses, igniting a fire in my loins that threatened to consume me.

And then, it began. A slow, deliberate escalation of fantasy, fueled by the heat and the longing. The images intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw myself, naked, vulnerable, and utterly devoted to her. She stood before me, a goddess in a silk robe, her eyes locked onto mine with an undeniable hunger. Her hands, strong and sure, reached for me, tracing the contours of my body with a reverence that made my skin tingle. Then, she knelt, her weight pressing down on me, her gaze unwavering. My cock, erect and throbbing, met her hungry anticipation. I felt her fingers, cold and firm, grip it gently, pulling it towards her. It was an invitation, a silent command, and I succumbed without hesitation.

As she lowered her head, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my shaft, a wave of heat surged through me. She took it, slowly, deliberately, her tongue exploring every inch of its length. Her movements were deliberate, each touch designed to heighten my pleasure. A moan escaped her lips, a low, guttural sound that resonated deep within my core. It wasn't just my pleasure she craved, but the release, the surrender, the complete and utter devotion that she knew I was capable of. I felt her breath warm against my skin, her body trembling with anticipation. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torment that left me breathless.

Soon, the dam broke. A torrent of thick, golden fluid erupted from my body, a testament to the sheer force of my desire. It flowed down her throat, coating her tongue and lips, mingling with her saliva in a frenzy of pleasure. Her eyes closed, her body arching in response to the wave of sensation. She let out a desperate cry, her hands clutching at my body, pulling me closer. The air filled with the scent of arousal, a potent mix of sweat, desire, and pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As the climax approached, I felt myself losing control, my muscles contracting involuntarily. The room spun around me, the world reduced to the sensation of her touch, the taste of her saliva, the rhythm of our bodies intertwined. Then, it hit me, a wave of intense pleasure that washed over me, leaving me weak and spent. I gasped for breath, clinging to her as she moaned, her body convulsing with the aftershocks of the release.

I looked down at her, noticing the glistening droplets of my cum clinging to her skin, painting her face with a golden hue. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, as if savoring the lingering taste of my seed. She was lost in her own pleasure, oblivious to my presence, completely consumed by the experience.

The remnants of my arousal began to fade, replaced by a profound sense of longing. The desire to be with her, to feel her skin against mine, to lose myself in the depths of her passion, burned within me. The storm outside raged on, but inside, I was warm, safe, and utterly content. I reached out and gently stroked her cheek, savoring the softness of her skin.

It was then, as I gazed into her eyes, that I knew I had to write to her. I turned to my computer, my fingers flying across the keyboard, desperate to capture the essence of my experience, to share the depth of my longing.

“Dear Abbie,” I began, my fingers trembling slightly, “Oh my love, how I miss you. This week has been torture, and now I’m stuck in this hotel without you. All I can think about is how beautiful you are, how sexy and desirable your body is. Just moments ago in the shower, I was consumed by images of you there with me. I watched as you grabbed my big hard cock and fell to your knees. Then you slowly took all of my cock into your mouth and throat. I love seeing the desire and hunger in your eyes when you consume all of my cock and moan softly. You know it pleases me, but I can see and experience the pure love and pleasure it brings you.”

The words flowed out of me, fueled by the intensity of my emotions. I described in detail the sensation of her hands on my body, the way she held me, the way she made me feel. I painted a vivid picture of our encounter, capturing every nuance of pleasure, every surge of desire. I wanted her to know, to truly understand, the depth of my love for her, the intensity of my longing.

As I continued to write, my cock grew hard once more, pulsating with a renewed energy. I rubbed it up and down my shaft, getting it nice and slippery like her tight little pussy. I pictured her moaning while I slid my entire cock in and out of her mouth. She stared up at me with her sexy blue eyes filled with a hunger for more.

Looking down her body, I saw her fingers working her clit and fingering her hot wet pussy. I could hear the sound of her sucking my cock and fingering her pussy. I was stroking my cock faster as I saw her working my cock harder and faster. She slid off and moaned.

“I love sucking your big fucking cock, I want your cum. Cum all over me,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure.

Her words ignited a fresh wave of desire within me, sending shivers down my spine. This was something she’d never wanted before, a level of intensity that pushed the boundaries of our intimacy. My cock pulsed in my hand, and I groaned as I erupted, shooting cum on my belly, chest, and face. I saw her stroking my cock and painting her beautiful face with my cum.

I watched as she faded away. But not before she pressed her cum covered mouth against my lips. I licked my cum off my lips and moaned.

My final thoughts were of her, her body, her passion, and the promise of our reunion. The blizzard would eventually subside, and I would return home, eager to lose myself in her embrace once more. And when we were together again, there would be no restraint, no hesitation, only the raw, unbridled joy of our lovemaking. The memory of our encounter in the shower would linger, a potent reminder of the depths of our desire, a testament to the power of our connection. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that even miles away, my heart beat only for her.

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