The house is quiet. Only the sound of the wood crackling from the fire place and the wind outside can be heard.

There you sit. In your oversized tan leather tub chair, reading the paper, your whiskey neat, next to you. The ashtray full of cigarette butts, the last one still smoking as you light the next one ....

You've been so preoccupied with work lately, that I wonder if you even know I'm here.

I yearn for those first few lustful years. The way you looked at me. You, ripping off my towel and banging me against the bedroom wall. Bending me over the couch, pulling me onto you on that same chair...

What happened?

Reminiscing about what was, I make my way to the cold bedroom, once our sensual sanctuary.

I lay on the bed. Memories of our hot, sweaty lovemaking taking over my brain.

I remember every touch, every kiss, every spank... Your smell. The way you tasted.

The thought of what used to be brings back the aching between my legs. This feeling of swelling and wetness engulfs me.

I take matters into my own hands. I bend my knees for ease of access.

I slowly push my panties to the side and I find my fingers sliding over my slit. Inserting two fingers I gather some of my moisture to lubricate my clam. This makes it easier, more slippery... I can increase my pace.

The aching increases...

My hips lift as I re-insert a finger. I now feel the full the magnitude of my wetness... It makes me gasp.

I imagine your tongue rubbing up and down my slit, teasing me until it finds its way between my now puffy, engorged lips...

I imagine your tongue flicking over my clit, almost bringing me to orgasm. I imagine you inserting your fingers and massaging my g-spot, bringing me to the point of squirting. I imagine you entering me with your rock hard, thick cock and fucking me as if it was the last time. I imagine you rubbing my clit with your thumb as you slow down your thrusts to ensure I cum again.

As my one hand is moving vigorously in and out and my other rubbing my now protruding, hooded clitoris, my back arches involuntarily. I bite my lip. I can't hold out anymore...

I cum.

My muscles push my fingers out with a shower of clear liquid. Everything is wet. My legs, my clothing, my bed.

I convulse until I am spent.

I just lie there, trying to catch my breath.

My body lame.

You make me cum even when you aren't here.

When I gain enough energy, I get off the bed. Take off the linen, undress. I get into a hot shower... Washing away any evidence of what has just happened.

I towel myself dry. As I walk into the bedroom, there you are. You've been there all along. Watching, waiting.

"Love, we need to talk" you say. "You've been so preoccupied with work that I often wonder if you even know I'm here"...

How could this be?

All is not lost.

We look into each other's eyes. The same lustful look of years ago. You wink at me as you rip off my towel and push me up against the bedroom wall, unzipping your pants.

Right then I realize that this is going to be one amazing night...

The bedroom wall, the couch and the tan leather tub chair...

RH