Missing You - Sex Stories

Missing You

Anna lounged in the center of her king-sized bed, enjoying the feel of the cool satin sheets. She loved these sheets and had made her bed with them especially for tonight. She had dressed for the evening as well, wearing nothing more than her black lace half-cup shelf bra, matching garter belt, and g-string panty, with her black seamed thigh-top stockings and strappy red open-toe sandals. She set her laptop on foot of the bed between her spread legs, plugging it in - she sure didn't want the battery running out at a crucial moment! As she adjusted the hands-free telephone headset, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall several feet away. Her tight, petite body was partially hidden from view by the little bit of clothing she wore. But her smooth, slightly tanned, long, slender legs were uncovered and on display for her viewing pleasure. She pulled her long chestnut-brown hair out of her face to allow herself an unobstructed view of the image, and a smile curved the edges of her full lips. "Damn, Michael," she whispered aloud as she looked over to her absent husband's side of the bed, waiting for his nightly call. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I wish you were here with me. This phone-sex shit is okay, but I can masturbate anytime. I want to feel your massive cock in my lonely little cunt!" Anna forced herself to calm down and not think about how turned on she was. She didn't want to start before her husband called, so after she ...

... turned on the Skype program she minimized the screen and went to check her email. Damn! Nothing there! She sighed heavily, and went back to the Skype window to wait. Anna looked over to the bed-side nightstand and the selection of sex toys she had laid out. Depending upon the mood she was in and what Michael, bless his twisted little mind, wanted her to do for him, she had a variety of playthings she could use on herself. Thanks to him, she had gotten up quite a collection of toys, everything from various sizes and styles of dildos and vibrators, to anal beads, to clitoris stimulators, to slim vibrators destined for her tight asshole. There was even a gigantic fake cock that had been molded from the real-life dick of a porn star (supposedly) that had a suction cup at its base. She wasn't too sure about it being formed from the cast of a porn star's cock - anyone with a tool that size would be a freak of nature! But she had bought it because the suction cup base would allow her to place just about anywhere to ride to orgasm. She especially liked using it in the shower, letting the water from her hand-held shower head pulse onto her clit as she bounced up and down on the huge cock. As she looked over the selection, she wondered what her deviant husband had in store for her tonight. Despite her best efforts to keep her mind occupied, she could feel her pussy getting damper as the time went by. She glanced at the digital clock on the dresser. It read 11:33 PM. "Michael, come on, ...