Thought of Her
Masturbation Monday Week 169
Thought of her this morning.
I woke up with an erection so stiff it was almost painful. In one of my friends steamy fantasies it would be characterized as a hot and throbbing shaft of love. I was surprised, as I did not need to urinate, so it wasn’t a ‘piss hard-on’, and there had been no dreams I could remember. This does not happen that often, but when it did she used to love it and called me her “Man of Steel”. Every once in a while, I would awaken stiff and find her running her fingertips up and down my penis, barely touching, or lightly dragging her nails along the shaft, perhaps cupping my balls with her other hand. Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep to see what she would do next, if what would encircle the head of my cock would be her fingers or her lips. My favorite times were when I could tell that her other hand was between her legs as she jerked me off. I knew she would soon whisper in that husky voice… “I want you inside me”. If that phrase was preceded by “Oh God”, I had to work fast as she was about to cum. She was not a noisy lover, except when she was having an orgasm, and then there was a lot of “fuck me” this and that.
It has been a little over four years and I’ve gotten past the thinking of her every day stage, and now just enjoy the memories when they happen. Like driving past the bakery where she loved to get scones, I’ve not been back as I never liked that bakery, but she did, so we went. And, of course the movie theater. We get a new movie each week, sometimes two if lucky, and we would go to almost every one. We both love movies and held hands after the popcorn was finished. Once there were about fifteen people scattered about the theater, I could tell she was bored with the movie. I felt her undo my pants, fish out my cock, and begin to masturbate me. I tried to protest, a little, and then just resigned myself to my fate. Do you know how hard it is to stay quiet and still as you are about to cum. She started giggling as she wiped jizz from her hand with a buttered popcorn stained napkin, me trying to catch my breath and shush her at the same time, as my penis grew limp on my jeans, hoping no one near-by had caught on. Occasionally I will drive by her old house, but those times are fewer now.
So I thought of her this morning, as I brushed my swollen cock with my fingertips, remembering and wishing it were she.
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very cool
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I like the way your voice comes through in this writing, E. Sweetly erotic, adventurously authentic relatable reminiscence. xoxo
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Beautiful writing, thanks Elliot!
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Great image!!!!
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A lovely reminisce…
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That was a slightly sad but lovely read …
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so poignant! I loved it.
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Oh that’s beautiful Elliott x
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I hate that the heartbreak happened but I love that you have these lovely memories to go back to from time to time…especially since they do THIS to you. 😉
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