Well...I was hoping to be doing something like the woman in this picture last night, but it was not meant to be. He canceled. Car trouble. To say I was disappointed is an understatement. I even complained about it on facebook, fer chrissakes. I went down to DomCon in LA a day early to enjoy time with him. But apparently the universe didn't get the memo about my planned erotic rendezvous. Heavy sigh.
So I pouted, drank a little Whipped Cream Smirnoff over ice and tried to settle into the luxury of a hotel room by myself, away from all my responsibilities at home. I spent the time working at letting go of my frustrations, and instead, fine tuning the notes for my class the next day.
And then I replayed one of my current hottest fantasies.
Despite still feeling a little emotional around the subject of Zach, he remains my favorite in one particular erotic scenario. He's standing up, all 6'2" of him. I direct him to put his hands above his head flat on the wall, and to spread his feet wide apart. Then I get behind him and fuck him slowly and then eventually deep and hard. He gets progressively louder as his orgasm approaches.
Then I hear this: "Oh! Oh! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
That's what send me over the edge every time. Hearing those words in my head.
Because I have heard those words. Just like that. From that hunk of a man.