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It was a cold December night. There was snow falling outside. I was home alone. There was nothing good on TV.
I decided to take a bubble bath.
I gathered up some candles and matches and walked to the bathroom where I methodically placed the candles around the tub. I lit each one and the room began to smell like vanilla. My favorite. I set my cell phone down on the side of the tub and turned on the faucet. Hot water spilled into the tub. I poured some vanilla scented bubble bath into the water and swished it around.
I walked to my bedroom and took off my clothes, leaving a trail on the floor from my bed to my closet door where my black satin robe was hanging. I slipped it on.
I decided to listen to some music, so I walked out to the living room and turned on the stereo. Bob Marley’s voice filled the empty house with sound.
I went back to the bathroom, shrugged off my robe, not caring that it fell to a heap on the floor, and climbed in to the tub.
I was missing him. He had been gone for six weeks now. That was way too long. And I still had months of being alone until he could come home to me.
He was my soldier. This was his second deployment. I thought it would get easier, but it didn’t. I thought I’d be used to the loneliness by now, but I wasn’t.
I sat in the tub thinking about the last time we’d made love. It was the morning that he had to leave. We woke up extra early just so we could spend that precious time together. He almost missed his flight because we were so tangled up in each other. God, what I wouldn’t give to have that morning back.
The ringing of my cell phone interrupted me from my thoughts. I reached over and plucked it off the side of the tub. My heart started racing. It was him. His phone calls were never guaranteed and I cherished every single one.
“Hey, beautiful. I miss you.” He said as soon as I answered the call.
“I miss you too, baby.”
“What are you doing?” he asked.
A smile crept across my lips, “I just climbed into the bathtub and I was sitting here thinking of you.”
“Oh yeah?” I could hear that he was smiling, “What about me, exactly?”
“The last time we made love.” I confessed.
“That’s a very nice thought.” He said. “Do you remember how you were in the bathroom getting ready to take me to the airport and I came up behind you and kissed your neck?”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I remember that.”
“And then do you remember how I pulled your shirt up over your head and tossed it on the floor?” he asked.
“Yes, I remember. I had just put my clothes on and there you were taking them off again.” I laughed. But thinking about that morning was making me hot.
“Uh huh.” His voice got husky, “And do you remember how I reached down and unbuttoned those jeans? Those tight jeans that accentuate that perfect ass. Those jeans that you like to wear because you know what they do to me.”
“I remember.” I smiled. “We were in such a hurry to get them off.”
“And once they were on the floor, do you remember what happened next?” he asked.
“Yes.” I breathed. I certainly did remember what happened next. How could I forget?
“I picked you up and sat you back down on top of the bathroom counter, didn’t I? And I pulled those red silk panties to the side.” His voice was low.
He was turning me on. The sound of his voice always made me hot, but recounting the story about the last time we were together was almost too much.
I reached down between my legs and felt my hot sex. It was ready to be touched. It was begging to be touched. So I did. I started to gently massage the outside of my pussy. I imagined it was his hands. He always knew exactly how to touch me. He knew what I needed. Always.
He said, “I started rubbing that hot pussy of yours. And it was so wet, baby. Wet for me. And I was rock hard for you. You always make my cock throb.”
I let out a little moan and I heard him chuckle.
“I kept kissing your neck. Then your breasts. I even bit your nipples gently. And when I started rubbing your clit you were begging me to let you come. Do you remember that, baby?”
“I remember.” I breathed. I started rubbing circles around my swollen clit. My body was aching for release and it wouldn’t take much for me to get off.
“And then I let you have this cock, baby. Right there on the bathroom counter. You wanted it deep inside you. And I pounded that sweet, tight pussy of yours. Hard and fast. Just the way you like it. You were moaning my name and your nails were digging in to my back. That felt good, didn’t it, baby?”
“Oh yes.” I moaned. I was rubbing my clit faster now.
“I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come hard. Like you do when I’m there with you. I want to hear you. I miss the way it sounds when you come.” He said huskily.
That was my undoing. I moaned his name as my body exploded with raw pleasure.
He knew what I needed. Always.
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Location: The toilet room | Roleplay: Military
Fulfillment: I will tell you later | Nature: I will tell you later