I got home from work early the other day.  I wasn’t feeling well and just wanted to get into bed.  I lied under the covers and saw that you were online.  I told you I wished you were here with me, keeping me warm and comfortable.  You told me you wanted to curl up with me, and make me feel better.

So many times when we’ve been online together you’ve always wanted to jerk off. I’ve said things to you that have made your dick snap to attention in seconds. When I tell you that my pussy is getting wet, or describe how I’d like to fuck or suck you. But we are usually at work, all we can do is play, and hope no one sees’ our flustered faces.

Now though I am at home. I am online with you. I tell you I want you, I want to watch you to jerk off. You turn on your cam so I can see you, I don’t have one, and so I can only type what I want to do to you. I tell you to take your dick out of your boxers. You ask me what the room is like so you can imagine being there. I tell you that the drapes are drawn so it’s nice and dim, with enough light where you could see all the curves of my body if you were laying next to me, that I am laying beneath a white comforter. I see you starting to lightly stroke yourself.

I tell you to imagine your dick in my mouth. How I love to kiss around your head, slowly drawing you in, how I love the way you fill my mouth, my lips pressed around you. You spit in your hand and keep going.

I love to watch how you stroke yourself, you start slow, and go faster, one of my favorite things is to watch you jerk off, I tell you I wish I was there to have you in front of me, so I could really enjoy watching you, touching you, kissing on you.

I can see you starting to twitch, and squirm a little. I continue to tell you how much I love it when I sit on your face, and have your dick sliding down my throat at the same time. I see that you opened another browser and are looking at photos I have sent you. I ask you which ones are your favorites, and you click and highlight the ones that you like. You keep rubbing yourself, a little more with consistence. The video keeps running. I tell you to imagine me rubbing my pussy down your chest and sitting down, deep on your wet dick. You cum. It runs over you fingers and hands. I tell you to imagine me with you, lapping the cum off you.

You tell me that you liked showing me how my words can make you cum, but you wish I was there with you talking to you and doing all the things I love to do to you. You clean up and we keep chatting. I can’t wait to do this with you again.