It’s a crisp spring morning at dawn as I exit the front door into the driveway. The light from the sun, yet to rise, has already turned the sky a deep pink colour. I bend down to tie the laces of my running shoes.
I run my palms down the smooth spandex fabric of my running tights, caressing the boundaries of my long slender leg and stop at my shoes. I tie the laces of them, then run my hands back up the other leg, gently brushing my crotch with the palm of my hand. I remove my hands from my bikini line and straighten the elastic of my grey Nike sports bra. I feel it tight against the nipples of my small but shapely breasts. They are erect from the cold morning air.
“He isn’t home this morning.” I disappointedly think to myself as I begin stretching my legs. I had awoken from an intense erotic dream an hour earlier, and was craving the exciting scent of my husband’s penis and the arousing pheromones that his testicles produce when he’s erect.