A letter [F]rom [M]y girlfriend while I’m away

I spend a lot of time in my room since you’ve been gone. I mean, not in a depressing way. (Maybe a little bit in a depressing way). I go to school, I spend time in the lab, I walk dogs, I take myself out for coffee. But when I’m home, I’m in my room. It’s the place I feel your absence the least. This is our bed. I sleep by the wall every night even though you’re not here to occupy the other side. I wear your too-big pajama pants and too-big t-shirts to sleep. I see the print I got you every morning when I flip the calendar. When I’m feeling lonely, I uncap your cologne and take a whiff. I write to you.

I wish you were for me to sprawl all over in the living room while watching a movie. To indulge me by sitting on the toilet and watching a youtube video while I wash my face. To wait patiently in the shower with me while I hog the scalding water and take too long washing my hair. Cooking is a chore without you. I stand at the stove and all I can think about is you sliding your arms around my waist.

I can look at pictures of you but I wish I could remember with clarity what it feels like to be nestled against you in bed. I fantasize about even the smallest touch – imagining you sliding your hand under my shirt and against my bare skin is enough to quicken my heartbeat. I crave your hands on me so badly, it’s like my whole body aches for your touch. I’ve thought about every possible scenario for our reunion. On the bus, in class, wetness growing between my legs as I fantasize about tumbling through the door of our Air Bnb, hands and mouths all over each other.

Sometimes, it’s romantic. I am moaning against your mouth, stroking your hair, legs wrapped around you as you thrust desperately into me. I want to hold you so close while you fill me up.

Other times, it is quick and fumbling and dirty. I’m on my knees as soon as the door closes, pulling your pants down and taking your cock into my mouth. Your hand is fisted in my hair, my nails are running up and down your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, reaching up to caress your chest. I’m moaning, so turned on my how hard you are in my mouth, by how much I’ve missed running my tongue up and down your length, and puling you into my mouth as deep as I can take you. I love looking up at you after I’ve made your cock so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. You lift me up, bend me over the bed, pull my pants down just far enough to spread my legs. You tease me first by tracing your fingers over my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how wet you’ve made me. You rub your cock up and down my lips, enjoying how I’m begging for you to fuck me, but then you can’t resist. This is the moment I’ve been fucking dreaming about – you pushing into me, stretching my pussy so deliciously after I haven’t been fucked for three months, and I’m so tight, and so, so wet for you. Then you slam into me over and over, breathing hard against my ear, gripping me almost too tightly by the throat, until you cum and I scream. Afterwards, while you’re still inside me, and my pussy is still twitching, you lean over, kiss me, and say something like, “I just couldn’t help myself.”

These bus rides usually end with me going straight to my bedroom and touching myself until I have to bite a pillow to stop from moaning your name.

I love you, baby. I can’t wait to come home to you, because wherever you are is home to me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/72dgvy/a_letter_from_my_girlfriend_while_im_away