I stopped talking to this person, but I worked very hard on these smuts/fanfictions for him, only to have him stop talking to me. She always knew exactly what I needed.A/N: I'm sorry for not posting in 2 months! It feels like forever! My friend wanted me to write this, so here it is. Dread and excitement coursed through me, a familiar and comforting blend. I clutched the lace, struggling to get myself under control. You are to keep it on your pillow the whole night.” Her pink and black polka dot panties with black lace trim the ones that drove me crazy. My fingers fumbled around a scrap of lace, and I held it up. I scrambled from the armchair in the bedroom and slid between cool sheets. “You didn’t come, did you?” Her voice was low, laced with authority. The house is so empty.” Like it was before I’d found her, but worse, because I knew what could be. She laughed, more delighted than tired now. The phone rang, and I picked up before it rang again. If I wasn’t allowed to come anyway, then it was convenient that I didn’t care to. Recently I had been fighting this sexual blandness, but surely it could work in my favor now. I missed talking to her most of all, the lack of sex a secondary concern. Reclining in bed, I considered her absence. On the very first day, I left work early to wait for her call. “I don’t think you should come while I’m gone.” “By the way,” she said, stopping by the door. All too soon she got up, kissed my cheek, and gathered her things to leave. We finished breakfast silently, or rather, I sat there miserably, watching the dainty way she ate. “I don’t think we’ve been apart this long, have we?” I’ll have workshops during the day, then some networking events in the evening, but I’ll call you every night before I go to bed.” She took a bite of toast. She touched my hand, the reassurance matching her words. I couldn’t help but ask, “We can talk on the phone, right?” Once he got a load of her sweet disposition and intelligence, she could keep him too. Suppose she’d figured out that she could do so much better? What if she’d noticed my dullness in bed? A body like hers, she could pick up any man in the bar. I didn’t want to appear needy, even though inside I was a roiling mass of doubt and anxiety. She flashed me a smile, the kind that still made my heart thump. And then because it seemed I should say something more, “Congratulations.” A strange pressure wrapped around my throat, and I cleared it. Had I ever been apart from her so long since we’d gotten married? Every night a new combination, every night she’d held me after. My boss’s wife had her baby early so I’m taking his place. I took a sip of scalding coffee, shook out the already unwrinkled newspaper in front of me. “I’m leaving on a business trip tomorrow,” she said over breakfast. This strange little bout of sexual ennui would pass. My libido may have dimmed, but I could still get hard. She never should have even looked twice at a washed up financial professional fifteen years her senior with pent-up kinky desires, but instead she’d given me everything. A smart, gorgeous wife who played my games, enjoyed them even. I wasn’t stupid enough to tell Melissa that. There wasn’t any reason I should feel… just a bit bored with the whole thing. I could go to full-mast just thinking about the way she looked, spread eagle on the desk, pulling me close by my tie and telling me to get her off, quickly now. Maybe, she’d acquiesce, but first I must be punished. Melissa would berate me for my poor job evaluation, and I’d swear I could make it up to her. My favorite combination was the elastic figure 8 cock-ring wrapping me tightly while she played high-powered executive to my fumbling male secretary. Played with all the toys, sampled each fantasy, tried every position. We had done everything over six months of dating and one year of marriage.
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