With phone in bed

Turn around and I'll hug you I say. Grab my cell phone. Open the notes app and start writing. We've been without sex for 75 days. I'm waiting patiently for him to find me. For him to try to get close to me. For him to accept my attempts at seducing him. For him to show desire. But no. I'm writing this and he's snoring. I move away from the warmth of his body. I feel my own skin getting hot. I go to bed, like every night, with only a thong and a white cotton bra. With hair slightly damp from the shower. My nipples hide beneath the fabric. Another night where I'll have to touch myself to sleep. My desire is torture. I need a man. I need to feel satisfied by pleasure. But my vulva remains empty.

My cell phone vibrates, it's a WhatsApp message. I review it and it's X. We met on a contacts page where I'm registered. We clicked. We exchanged numbers and now we chat on WhatsApp. He asks what I'm doing. I tell him nothing, that I've already gone to sleep. He laughs and tells me that more than one would like to be with me right now. It makes me laugh. It's been 14 years since he's been in my bed alone. Although some nights it feels like he's not even there. I ask him what he'd do if he were here with me and he responds:

I'll grab you, take off all your clothes, suck those enormous breasts of yours very well and bite your nipples until they get hard... Then I'll fuck you so that you can suck my cock really well, really well, every time I see your mouth in the photos, I imagine you sitting on the floor and me standing there holding your face and taking your mouth...

At this point, my fingers are playing with my clitoris... I'm very wet. One of the things that heats me up most is being on my knees in front of a cock and for an instant becoming a goddess fellatrix.

X continues telling his night with me: Once you're done sucking my cock, it'll be my turn to touch you, I imagine you very hot, wet... You throw me in bed and eat the use the word: pussy, making your juices flow through your lips so they reach your Booty and get well-lubricated...

Here I am, a machine for rubbing...I feel like I'm about to cum, but I stop, make the wait longer, the moment of explosion...more messages are coming in that I almost can't respond. My cell phone between my breasts and one hand pinching a nipple, while the other keeps going on that liquid orgasm.

I continue reading from X: To check the lubrication, I'll put my finger in you and then two until I see it's going to enter my cock without hurting, then I'll put you on all fours, and start fucking your Booty, putting my fingers in the use the word: pussy until you come like a slut

I don't know how I'm holding back...

I want to know everything that's in his head; this is the first time he writes me so hot, I'm still hooked, with what he says...

Here I am, taking your comforter, to keep making you cum even more, and putting it in your use the word: pussy for you to enjoy a good double penetration, like the divine slut that I know you are, I'll give you as much as you can take because you're so hot, beautiful slut. It's more, I'm so hot now that almost see us, me taking you out of that terrible ass and teasing myself in front of your face to throw all the cum on you and have it fall between my breasts. it would take the word: pussy trying to put the console also through the word: pussy so it opens well for you, this of writing already gets me at re-palo and I'm going to heat up that much as I cum like a beast but this time all the cum in your mouth so you can enjoy and do what you want...

I barely can touch him on that post-orgasmic cloud saying uffff you're so hot! and he laughs telling me: slut, I imagine you're really relaxed...

I respond yes... smiling like a fool at the screen.

rest well beautiful slut, see when you let me try it...

I don't respond anymore, that message I saw just today... I fell asleep after my cum, absolutely relaxed. When I wake up, I remember it, my crotch still wet, betraying those stolen moments of pleasure, waking up, finding the phone under my pillow. Absolutely awake now, I write: what do you have to do this afternoon??