Muted

Our encounters had plateaued. We had a good run. But once our bodies disconnected, we stepped in back into the realities we both lived in. We were separate from each other. You became the family man. And I became the disappointed wife. As the disappointed wife, I had many lonely days. There were days where I would be at home on one floor, and my husband would be in another floor. Hours would go by and not one word addressed to me. I would go away and he wouldn't notice. He used to be my friend. But he just stopped being a friend. Later I learned that I was just a convenient choice for him. He had learned to love me. Therefo, e he was never in love with me. My whole being lived in a tar pit. I just wanted the world to swallow me whole. But I remembered that I was breathtaking even after so many losses. So now I felt like a prisoner in my own home. A legal certificate was my ball and chain. But your messages were the key for my freedom.

when I did not hear from you. It did sadden me. It just reminded me why I never entertained you before. I wanted things you had. I wanted to be treated like a princess. Of course with my own sense of Independence. But I respected why you had to be cautious. There was a lot of things on the line. And I actually understood I would never fit into your world. I was a luxury. It reminded me of my youthful Days with Mr Smith. Mr Smith's situation was similar. But Mr Smith was long gone in the past. This was your era to touch me in ways I haven't been touched. You had embedded memories that I would replay more often than necessary.

I had picked up my husband from work again. He complained about how tired he is. And he dragged himself up the stairs. I knew he wasn't going to come down anytime soon. I had already made dinner. And I knew he was going to let his plate get cold. I sat at the dinner table by myself and I ate. I shed a tear. This happens almost every day for the last 3 years. But I've grown to deal with it. Occasionally my mind ran away into the deep dark corners of our encounters. I thought about how you held my hand one time. I remembered the time you looked at me. I recalled our first kiss. I recalled my first moan with you. I recalled the first time you took me away. I recalled the way you tasted me. I enjoyed how you devoured me.

As I yearned for you, my body started reacting. I felt my nipples get hard through my sports bra. I felt my thick pussy lips getting juicy. I would squeeze my tits over my shirt. I couldn't help myself but lift my shirt and exposed my breasts. I pinched my nipples and I wished my fingertips were your lips. I wished to feel your teeth scrape on the tips of my nipples as you pull on them. Oh how I wished you were on my sofa with me right now.

I pictured you just caressing my skin. You made me feel like such a sexual goddess. I felt so Unleashed when I was with you. You're Beautiful Mind triggered ideas. You slowly were rewiring me to the succubus I used to be. I was getting antsy. I lowered my top and I needed to hide and masturbate. My husband was up in the bedeoom sleeping again. I tip-toe to the bedroom. in the darkness i looked into my lingerie drawer. It was there I would find my personal massager.

She is magenta pink and fully covered in silicone. She has a large head a small neck and a curvaceous body. She had two buttons. One was an on/off button and the other one for the different settings. But i only use one setting. it's the first setting once you turn it on. its constant. One speed. Intense. I got to the half bathroom located on my first floor. it's a 4x6 room. there is enough room for me to lay down.

I took off my pants. I closed the door. I turned on the air haust on. I needed to mask the vibration sound just in case my husband came down the stairs. However, I knew i would delight on my imagination. I would be able to delight of our memories. I got on my back. I spread my legs open. I hike them up so i could imagine your presence in the room. I remember how you hiked my legs up and you were able to open me up wide. I remembered how deep you were in side of me. I remembered how i can see your shaft move up and down and inside of me. I remembered how i felt as you went deep in me. I moved my wand in different directions. It provoked different sensations in me. I recalled how much thrusting you did to get me to come. I remembered. I remembered. I remembered .

My wand vibrated vigorously on my clit. As i remembered how you made me come loudly, I came silently on the bathroom floor. I squirmed on the floor. I tilted my head back and gasped for air. My clit throbbed. I pulled the wand away from my nether regions. My legs extended on the floor. I laid there on the floor. I closed my eyes. I remembered how other occassions i had finished and you gave me a kiss on my forehead. I sighed deeply. i felt a tear extrude from my closed eyes. How i longed to be with my lover. And the bathroom floor was my best replacement.

I sat up. i put on my pants. I rinsed off my wand. It was time to put it back where it belongs. I went up the stairs, and i quietly entered the dark bedroom. My husband is snoring. I was able to walk over to my dresser, and open the top drawer; the home of my lover's substitute.