I pressed virtual “pause” on my mind, letting the tendrils of nerves shimmer with the electric tones of her unkilled voice on their tips.
I instinctively reached for my erection – the images of my reverie providing me with the turn-on I needed to relive my pent up horniness. I hadn’t felt that sexual for a long time…too long.
Before my wife…Tina…
Thoughts of Tina used to promote an erection, visions of our congress a tableau of sensuality that provided me with porn-substitute stimulation. But not any more – Tina used to pop into my head just at a time when she would have in the past, enabling erection and fuelling desire. But now, after all this time, her presence is cold water on the fire.
The erection started to fall as my mind wandered. I needed this! I kept my wrist going as I recalled my words, embellished through memory, forcing Tina into the dark recesses where she had recently resided.
I was so close now, Tina’s memory fading and I recalled the gestalt fantasy’s touch still firm, pressing my cock against my body, the vein pumping blood and she could feel it’s life.