Miles Apart, Close in Heart

Ah, my darling, I wish I were with you right now, wide awake and able to touch you. Every time I look at you, I realize I’m the luckiest man alive. I’d love you to read my words and allow your hands be mine just now. But first… take a few moments to get comfortable. I want you to be wearing your pyjamas and you’ll need to be relaxing on our bed. If you need to change clothes or even room, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Simply pause reading until you’re ready. Well, if you’re restarting, then I guess you’re ready! I hope you are! So, let’s begin. First, I want you to rest your free hand on your tummy. Relax, and allow your breathing to slow down as you focus on these words. Breathe in and hold it for the count of five, and then exhale slowly. Pause. Breathe in … … and … … out. … in … … and … … out. Let’s do that a few times until you feel nicely relaxed. Pause reading again if that helps. Let your breathing resume naturally. Just lie there for a moment and let your mind focus on your hand. Can you feel the material of your top under your hands? Can you feel the weight of your hand on your stomach? Can you imagine me lying next to you—your hand as my hand? Can you feel me kissing your ear … … your neck … … my mouth travelling onto your shoulder … … my lips caressing your skin? Then I move my lips to your cheek and you move so my mouth covers yours … … our lips press together … … and then part … … and our tongues dart against each other as our kiss becomes more passionate. Fill your mind with thoughts of me being there, next to you. Now your hand—my hand—moves from its place on your belly, and you lightly graze the underside of one of your boobs. Feel it through the material. Move your hand further … taking more of it into your hand … … cup it … … gently squeezing … … allow yourself to tenderly massage your breast. Can you feel your nipple hardening against your palm? Let your thumb trace light circles around the areola. Feel my hand—your hand—as the palm brushes over your nipple. Oh, I wish I were touching you right now. Does it feel good? Now, when you’re ready, let’s carry on. Move your hand until it’s resting on your thigh. Gently run your hand slowly down to your knee. And then trail it slowly back up your thigh, over your abdomen until it reaches your tummy again. Can you imagine it’s my hand? Now start to play with your other boob and nipple. And then, when you’re ready, run your hand from your breast to your knee and then again up your thigh. Now relax again, but this time move your hand so that it’s resting on your abdomen. Leave it there. Rest it so that if it weren’t for the material of your pyjamas and knickers, your fingers would rest on your pubic hair. Slowly draw circles with your fingertips over the material. Now allow your hand to slip onto your inner thigh. Stroke the skin through your pyjamas, gradually getting closer to the top of your leg. Now delicately touch between your legs. First one finger, then maybe a second. Press them against yourself. Gently stroke yourself. Press and draw circles, allowing your mind to fill with thoughts of it being my hand slowly stroking you. Does that feel good? Is your body aching for me to be there beside you? Touch yourself, do whatever feels good—slowly, teasingly. Let your pleasure start to rise within you, filling you bit by bit. Take your time, there’s no rush, because there’s just you and me. Savour the feelings, cherish the moments even as they blur together. Before things get too far, I want you to pause. I hope you might want to keep going, but pause. When you’re ready, or perhaps when you can’t stop yourself, slide your hand into your pyjama top so that it cups your boob. Can you feel the warmth of your skin on your hand? The hardness of the nipple against your palm? Gently squeeze your boob again. Tease and play with your nipple! Pinch it, pull on it a little, do whatever feels good! And then, when you’re ready, imagine I’m between your legs, pulling your pyjama trousers down. Maybe even do it yourself. Whatever you do, slip your fingers into your knickers. Can you feel your pubic hair? Allow your fingers to move their way through your hair. Feel it with your fingertips and focus on your touch … … then slowly, let your hand slide between your thighs. Let your fingers trace round the very edge of your pussy … … allow your hand to cover the whole area … … gently stroking yourself. When you’re ready, allow a finger to slip between your outer lips … … and let them feel the delicate inner lips they hide … … I hope you can feel how aroused you are. Slide one finger up and down … … coating it in the result of your arousal … … exploring your body by touch alone. And then find your clitoris and touch yourself. Gently rub around it and feel your pleasure increase. Enjoy the pleasure it provides … … a part of your body with only one purpose: your pleasure. Now leave your clit alone for a moment and move your fingers lower. Find the entrance which I long to fill … … slide a finger inside yourself and start to caress yourself internally … When you’re ready, slip a second in alongside and keep stroking. In and out. In and out. Feel your hand resting on your pubic mound, perhaps even rubbing slightly against your clitoris. Imagine it’s my fingers filling you. Moving in and out of you. Abandon yourself to your pleasure … Do whatever feels good … Whether that’s making love to yourself with your fingers … Or playing with your clit … It’s just you … Your hands … Working to please you. Keep going. Feel your orgasm start to rise within you … Feel the pleasure as you get closer … Keep going … Until you feel your orgasm consume you … … wash over you and through you. When you’re ready, start to breathe in again and out. In, then out, bit by bit as you come down from your sexual high. Just…breathe. Rest. Relax. You’re so gorgeous. You deserve every ounce of pleasure you can get, and you deserve every moment to enjoy the afterglow now. I might be miles away, but I love you, every inch of you, and I can’t wait to be with you again.

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