I wonder if she feels the way I do when we’re apart. It’s as if a part of me is missing ….and nothing seems to fill the void I feel. I search…I go through the motions…but nothing seems to ease the longing to be with her. I constantly wonder what she’s doing…and I wonder…I always wonder…

Does she miss me as much as I miss her? Does she crave me the way I crave her? Does she think of me…does she smile when she does think of me? I smile whenever I think of her. I imagine her voice…her beautiful voice…it soothes me….it makes me want to go on…

She goes to work and when she can she sends me instant messages. She always sends me the same message…she always tells me that she loves me…that she misses me. Her cute little messages make me grin from ear to ear. And then there are the typos – oh my God – her typos….she makes me laugh…sometimes I laugh so hard I’m in tears. Sometimes I’m in tears because I miss her. Sometimes I’m in tears because I love her. Sometimes I’m in tears because she makes love to me with words. Sometimes I’m in tears just because….

Making love with words…it seems more meaningful than physical closeness. The feelings are somehow deeper – more intense. Words…her words…those words…every word reaches my heart and touches my soul. Sometimes she tells me what she wants to do to me…sometimes she asks me what I want her to do to me…for me. Like right now.

Oh my God…she says she’s kissing me. I feel her. She says her hands are moving over my body…all over my body. My God she knows me…she knows exactly what to do to me to make me crazy with desire. Her touch…so soft…so gentle…so perfect…so very her. She treats me like I’m made of porcelain…as if I’ll break if she’s the least bit rough with me. She loves me…she really loves me.

And now the phone rings…it’s her. I love it when she does this…we talk and IM each other. Anyone witnessing this would think we were nuts. I think she’s sweet and *****. Now she tells me she loves me. And she says she misses me. I type that I miss her too and I whisper to her that I love her very much. She types that she’s smiling. I tell her I am too. She types to me and asks me if she can kiss me. I whisper again. I say I’d love to have her kiss me. She types to me that she’s leaning into me…that our lips are touching and that she is sucking my lower lip into her mouth. I close my eyes. She whispers to me that I need to open my eyes and stay with her. All I want is to be with her.

I hear her breathing…she types again. She tells me that she wants me…she wants me now. I ask her if she’s sure. She whispers that she is very sure.

I type and tell her that I am very much in love with her. I hear her sigh. She says, ‘Me too’. She laughs. I know why she’s laughing…those two words…they make sense but not in response to someone saying they love you. I love her laugh…it makes me feel happy and alive.

She types to me again. ‘Are you getting wet?’

Now it’s her turn to hear me…to hear me gasp…oh my God….I type that I am. I swear I can hear her eyes close as she imagines touching me…feeling how wet I am. She whispers that she loves me and types to me. She types that she’d love to feel how wet I am. She asks me if she can touch me. She doesn’t wait for my reply…she knows I can’t possibly say no to her. She tells me to touch myself and imagine it’s her. I do as she asks. I touch myself and she tells me she loves the way I feel…so wet…so ready. She types to me and asks me if she can put her fingers inside me. I manage to choke out a ‘yes’ as my fingers explore myself for her.

I whisper to her that it feels so good to have her fingers inside me as I slide my fingers into myself for her. Oh God…I have to say something. ‘Baby…I’m so wet…and it’s all because of you and how you make me feel….’

She types that I need to move my fingers faster…in and out…for her….harder…for her….she wants me to go deeper just for her.

Suddenly she tells me to stop. She tells me to take the phone and go over to the bed. I do as she tells me…I have to…I’m driven to. Once I am sitting on the bed…she tells me to take my clothes off. I do…She tells me to lay back on the bed.

She whispers to me again. ‘I’m kissing you…hard and deep’…Oh God…I feel her …I feel her. She says she’s laying on top of me…I feel it…I swear I feel it….I feel her. She tells me to touch my *****. I do….she wants me to lick my fingers and run them over my nipples. It’s her mouth…her beautiful mouth. She says she’s sucking on my nipple gently…very gently…she’s always so gentle…even when her desire consumes her…she’s still so tender…with words and touches…

She tells me to relax and spread my legs for her. I do…I whisper to her that I love her…that I need her….
Now she says she’s on top of me spreading herself and touching my most intimate parts with hers…our wetness mingling…together. She breathes harder now…so do I. She tells me she’s moving on top of me now and begs me to wrap my legs around her. If I could…I’d speak..but all I can manage are a series of moans and sighs.

She tells me she’s moving faster…faster…faster. My fingers move inside me but it isn’t me..it’s her. And as the palm of my hand rubs on the outside of me she tells me that’s her…it’s her moving with me…she tells me how beautiful I am…how perfect I am…and how she wants me to let go…she wants me to ***** for her…with her….she tells me to ***** with her…I do.

She whispers to me that she is so very much in love with me….that tonight….tonight……she whispers that she loves me…that she adores me….she hangs up.

I long for tonight……