Confession

The following is a letter to Tony:

Yes, I told you this was a confession and now when I think of it more, I'm in a confessional booth with my hand between my legs. I like to sin and especially in a building of faith. I've been in a catholic church before and the only thing that kept my attention was staring at those booths and daydreaming about fucking in them.

But, I digress.

You've been heavy on my mind and last night I fell asleep listening to the audio files you sent me over and over again. Each time I listened to them I swear I heard a word or sound I didn't catch prior. I lay there squirming, wetting my panties, fingers rubbing my lips, hand pushing the hair from my face and my breathing… my breathing almost matching yours. Listening to your varying stages of urgency made me crazy.

Your words.

Your breathing.

You saying my name.

You talking to me.

Triggered gasps and whimpers. I wanted to be with you so bad. I could see you standing there in the four walls of your bathroom. I could see your face, your hand and your cock. I had to try my damnedest to not moan out loud because he was sleeping right next to me.

At some point I turned on to my stomach grinding my cunt slowly into the bed. I've gone far too long without sex and probably too long without an orgasm. I missed our interactions and this was a worthy substitute. Part of me wanted to race off to the other room to frantically get off when you said, "Come with me" over and over. I can't express to you enough how you talking to me went straight between my legs like a bolt of lightening. Lightening that I was getting off on.

When I pulled out my headphones I lay there thinking about what it would be like to actually talk with you and get off together. How amazing that would be, the both of us climaxing together and making so much noise that our neighbors would be highly jealous.

I drifted off to sleep and I know I dreamt of you but it was all foggy and I couldn't grasp at the details when I woke up.

So there… my confession completely nude and with this never ending dampness.

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