Long Distance Desires

The fluorescent lights of the airport terminal hummed, casting a sterile glow on my face as I waited for my flight. It felt like an eternity since I'd last felt the heat of my wife, Seraphina, against my skin. My job as a logistics manager for a global shipping company had taken me across the country for the past few weeks, a necessary evil to provide for our family. But the distance, the sheer lack of her, was a constant, dull ache in my chest. As I scrolled through emails, a desperate longing for her took root. I pictured her in the shower, the steam clinging to her skin, her dark hair cascading down her back. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, a potent reminder of what I was missing.

The thought of her, as always, ignited a fire within me. It wasn't just physical desire; it was a deep, primal connection that transcended mere lust. Seraphina was my anchor, my safe harbor in a chaotic world. The idea of a solo session, while not ideal, felt like a small victory, a way to maintain some semblance of intimacy in this desolate landscape.

Back home, the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla greeted me as I stepped through the front door. The house was quiet, a comfortable silence that only served to amplify my loneliness. I headed straight for the bedroom, stripping off my clothes and laying naked on the bed. My cock, already hard from anticipation, began to throb with insistent pleasure. I started stroking it slowly, deliberately, savoring each movement, each sensation. The rhythm was hypnotic, pulling me deeper into a world of pure, unadulterated desire.

Meanwhile, Seraphina was preparing for her evening bath. The water swirled around her as she lathered herself in luxurious, scented soap, her movements graceful and deliberate. As she soaked, she meticulously shaved her body, smoothing out every inch of skin, preparing her for the inevitable pleasure that awaited. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the tension building with each passing moment.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, her body radiated heat and confidence. The sight of her, even in her nakedness, sent a jolt of electricity through me. Her hips swayed slightly as she moved towards the bed, her gaze locked on mine. Without a word, she pulled one leg over my stomach, creating a space for me to reach in.

My hand found its mark immediately, wrapping around her slender waist. I began massaging her pussy, slow, firm strokes designed to build anticipation and heighten her arousal. The first moan escaped her lips, a small, involuntary sound that sent shivers down my spine. I continued my ministrations, increasing the intensity of my touch, pushing her closer to the brink. Her body arched in response, her breathing becoming faster and more ragged.

I shifted my position, bringing my head close to her pussy, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me closer still. I could feel her heat radiating against my face, her body trembling with pleasure. As she continued to moan, her voice rising in pitch, I knew I was on the verge of losing control.

Suddenly, I decided to take charge. I pulled myself up to my knees, grabbing her ankles firmly in my grasp. With a surge of adrenaline, I thrust my cock deep into her, the force of the penetration sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her moans intensified, becoming a desperate plea for more. Her clit pulsed frantically, begging for attention.

I didn't hesitate. I began rubbing her clit with my fingers, teasing her, prolonging her pleasure. Her body writhed in ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The rhythm of my thrusts continued, relentless and insistent, driving her further and further into oblivion.

As she reached the peak of her arousal, she let out a piercing scream, a primal expression of pure, unbridled pleasure. Her pussy burst with a torrent of semen, covering my cock in a thick, white deluge. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation, a moment of perfect union.

I continued to pump my cock into her, enjoying every second of the experience. The heat, the pressure, the sheer intensity of the moment – it was intoxicating. I felt myself losing all sense of self, dissolving into the pleasure of the moment.

As she cummed, I pulled my cock out, leaving a glistening trail of fluid on her body. Then, without a pause, I proceeded to empty my own load, showering her with my seed as well. The scent of our combined fluids filled the air, a testament to our shared pleasure.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, I let my body relax, spreading my legs wide on the bed. My cock, now partially deflated, continued to pulse with pleasure. I stroked it slowly, savoring the lingering sensations, feeling the heat radiate from my body.

Just as I was about to succumb to sleep, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text message from Seraphina. I opened it with trembling hands, eager to see what she had to say.

The message contained a single, breathtaking image: a close-up of her in the bath, her large breasts rising from the water, her nipples exposed. Her free hand rested delicately over her pussy, her finger gently probing its depths. The photo was a blatant invitation, a silent challenge.

As I stared at the image, my cock twitched and jumped back to full hardness, a clear sign of my arousal. It was undeniable; this picture had done the trick. The thought of her, even in this intimate setting, sent a surge of heat through my veins. The distance, the separation, seemed to shrink with every passing moment. The desire, so intense just moments ago, now burned with an even greater intensity. It was a solo session, yes, but also a shared experience, a connection forged in the heat of the moment. A perfect blend of intimacy and lust. It was exactly what I needed. The thought of her hot, horny body filled my mind and my senses, making me realize I was in for the ride of my life.

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