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Blogs > Prof10001 > Publish or perish?

The Picture, a story  

Prof10001 63M  
5637 posts
7/1/2018 9:39 pm

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4/2/2022 4:05 am
The Picture, a story

I haven't been writing much lately but this one wanted to be shared.

Prof10001 63M  
4094 posts
7/1/2018 9:41 pm

 The NRE, new relationship excitement is strong. I'm longing to meet. I'm delighted in our chatting, whether about day to day life, or teasing or revealing our secrets. I savor the photos you've sent. The casual ones of what you're wearing to work that day and the risque ones you've shared on occasion. I adore the shot of you in black panties and bra. So simple, so desirable, so generous. I so wish your face were in that one but I understand why it can't be. My mind places your face in it for me.

It is the picture I had in my mind one night, a night when sleep wouldn't come because of the playful titillating chat we had earlier. That photo swam behind my closed eyelids. I was smiling in the dark as I imagined reaching out to touch your bare tummy. I grew hard thinking of your soft skin. My brain was spinning a story of how that photo came to be. What it would have been like to be there when it was taken.

Trembling slightly I rolled onto my hip. My eyes closed tighter and I reached down for myself. Then it wasn't my hand grasping my length, it was yours. It wasn't my wetness touching my wrist. It was the sensation of sneaking my hand behind your panties, anxious to experience how you respond. When your grip on me tightened, my hand explored you further, tracing your outlines with my fingertips.

The pressure on my shoulder as I pressed into the bed was that of your shoulder pressing against mine as we stood leaning into each other. We were shaking from the motion of trying to satisfy the other before we felt our own release. I clenched my lips to keep from gasping aloud. You in your bra and panties are vibrant and irresistible in my mind's eye. My right hand cupped and fingered your sweet pussy while my left pushed up your bra and pinched your hard nipples. The hand stroking me was yours, insistent and encouraging. Words became moans and breaths became gasps as we leaned in, sharing each other's weight to remain standing as we brought each other closer. Finally, barely avoiding collapsing to the floor, we came. The wetness covering my wrist was not my own. My imagination had made it yours. We kiss desperately as we each come down from the high, panting into each others mouths. That image of you in bra and panties is so vivid as the tension releases from my body and I slip into sleep, alone.


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