I had some quiet moments to myself before bike riding this afternoon. I thought about you as I was undressing to change into my cycling outfit.

I did not rush to put on my lycra bodysuit. Instead, I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes and imagined you there with me. Your soft lips molding perfectly with mine, caressing my tongue with yours.

Feeling you hovering over me, lightly running your nipples across my chest...

I feel them so erect and full, dancing across me.

I feel your hand in my hand wrapping around the base of my erect phallus slowly, sensuously, deliberately together we begin to stroke my hard shaft. My eyes are closed as I begin to moan with the pleasure of your thoughtful sensation. It has been so long since I felt your touch. Slowly, sensuously, deliberately your long fingers squeeze and release, tight and tender, light and tantalizing. I'm so hard I could burst. My length is throbbing in pulsation with your ministrations to my long unmet needs.

Up and down, up and down, slowly, sensuously, deliberately you stimulate me. The ecstacy begins to build, my oaken hardness stiffening still further in your firm grip, my soft head rippling underneath your fingers as you begin to pump my rod more insistently. My urgency for your touch builds in crescendo with your rhythmic motions, slowly, sensuously, and deliberately deep within my loins, a fireball begins to form, deep within, the power of my climax builds, and builds, and builds until finally I can be contained no more, and I explode with such intensity that I feel it with every nerve, every point of sensation in my body, as the tension is released from every pore of my skin...I lay there, breathing deeply of the slowness with which you approach me, the sensuality with which you tease me, the deliberateness with which you torment me.

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