1. Special Bond


    Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Jack_Meoff55, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    She used to tell me how much she missed me. And how she could hardly sleep when I was away at school because the house seemed so empty and eerily quiet. She would have strange dreams of waking up and not knowing where she was; of being unable to tell if she was dreaming or awake. She would speak of our ‘special bond’ and how much I completed her life. It was not very different for me. I was younger and my dreams were often sexual in nature, leaving me with a mess in my pajamas. Then I had to get out of my warm bed to clean myself and change pajamas. I found myself hurrying home each Friday after classes, knowing that she was waiting for me and, if all was right, she would be as eager to see me as I was to see her. It had become a Friday evening ritual, not always the same but a great disappointment if it did not happen. I would arrive home to her warm greeting, followed by a nice dinner, washing dishes, then some conversation. She would usually have a couple of drinks as we chatted, her telling me about her week and me telling about mine. By now I had learned to watch for the simple clues that our evening would become ‘special’. Usually if she seemed talkative or wanted to cuddle against me, I knew it would happen. If the television was on and she was quiet, I was out of luck. Once she went upstairs to take a bath, it signaled that we were in for a pleasurable evening ahead. The moment she would stand up and move toward the stairs, the nervous excitement would start to build ...
    within me. All week long, alone in my room, I would struggle to keep my mind on my studies and away from her and what I hoped she would once again do to me. The memories of our past Friday nights would often intrude, leaving my face flushed and my stiff cock begging for release. It was a struggle to control myself. Rather than taking the obvious action of masturbating myself to a relieving orgasm, I wanted to save up the lust that filled me. If and when she finally made me cum, I wanted that shattering orgasm that would send my semen surging forth from my convulsing body. Each time before, I had become light-headed and felt like I might pass out, a sublime feeling that would add yet another delicious memory to carry with me. We chatted back and forth with the television droning on in the background. After she went to the kitchen and made her second drink, she sat beside me on the couch. Just feeling her next to me started my hormones raging as I squirmed to try to make the bulge in my pants less obvious. The television program changed and the 9:00 program started. Right on time she put her drink down and stood up. “I need a bath.” YES! Thank you! I knew what that meant. If things happened as they had before, she would come back downstairs wearing her robe. My excitement began to build. This has been the longest week. I need it SO bad! I sat staring at the television as my mind began to reminisce about Friday nights past. It seemed an eternity before I heard the water draining ...
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