Hi honey. How are you today? I tried calling you last night at about ten to midnight (your time) but you must have still been out.

Anyway, I thought you might be interested to hear what happened after that...

I was disappointed not to have spoken to you so I just went to bed and thought of you instead. I remembered how you used to hold me in your arms.

I remembered snuggling my head into your shoulder... I remembered what it felt like to have you stroke my hair... and then I began to remember what it felt like to have you inside me so that we were completely joined.

Oh sweetie...I couldn't cope and got "Johnny" out to help me. I closed my eyes and imagined you there smiling down at me and teasing me with Johnny's tickling pink length...just at the tip of my velvet. I craned my own hips forward to try and receive more of Johnny inside me but in my imagination, you just kept teasing as you cocked your head to the side and laughed.

I was craving and desperate to be filled so I allowed in my imagination to let you fill me with Johnny - still tickling away gently. It was so satsifying to feel it fill the cavern inside me. I groaned a little in pleasure even though there were other people in the house. I imagined you moving your head even closer to my bud so that you could taste my juices with your tongue and nibble it between your teeth.

By this point, I was very turned on indeed and I could hear the moisture squelching between the plastic inside me and my own juices. These sounds made me feel even more excited and I thrust the plastic inside me as far as it would go and held it there as my internal muscles convulsed around it's length and a river of sweet juice flowed from between my legs.

I contorted my face in a strange pleasurable, climatic agony as I abandoned myself to the pleasure...all the time seeing your beautiful, sweet, smiling face in my mind's eye.

Oh honey...it was so amazing. I cried in a crazy mixture of elatedness and frustration. Happy to have you clearly in my mind again but disappointed that you weren't there to tease me to utopia in the way I'd imagined.

Ah well. Take care my wonderful, gorgeous man.

With lots of love...