I haven’t seen him in over 5 months. It’s driving me crazy. I crave him, I crave his cock, I crave his presence, literally everything about him. I think about him 24/7. Today is finally the day.
I get to the airport in his city at around noon. He’s waiting for me outside the gate. I get my luggage and eagerly go through the routines necessary before I’m off the plane. I see his tall, strong body standing, waiting for me. His shirt is hugging his biceps perfectly. I can even see his dimple from across the way. His perfect brown hair flowing just right. I’m so excited. I find myself running towards him full force. He braces himself, taking a good blow from my athletic body, yet still supports me. My legs wrap hard around him as I embrace him for a hard, long-awaited hug. I pause for a second and find his lips. They’re just as soft as I remember. Tingles shoot down my body, remembering the familiar feeling and comfort. I hop down from him and continue my strong hug, too thrilled to let go. His familiar scent is radiating off of him, I get lost in it. After a few moments I finally release him and we begin to talk as we walk towards his car. We are both so giddy to see each other. Finally home.