Missing You Doesn’t Cut It
I’m turned on.
I wish you were here.
I miss you.
The words don’t do justice to the feelings I hold inside.
Twisted up.
Panties rubbing.
Squirming.
Thighs rubbing.
Can’t settle myself down.
Want to scratch this itch.
My fingers brush against my breast and my nipple springs to attention. I cup my breasts. My nipples poke out between my fingers. I squeeze them and feel it tingling my milk ducts, the sensation traveling deep in my breast. There’s milk beading on my nipples and then dripping down my breasts. I take a few pictures and choose one to send to you.
I continue playing with my own breasts. Each time I do, involuntarily, my labia squeeze tightly together. Tingles inside me everywhere—that’s what I mean when I say I’m turned on. This gaping hole inside me, this need to be used up, this desire to give you the gift of enjoying my sensitized body—that’s what I mean when I say I wish you were here.
I rub my nipples more hungrily. My nipples are standing tall. I shiver. Every time my finger grazes my nipple, my pussy responds, twitching.
I squeeze together and release. I think about how I want to be squeezing on your cock.
I want to nibble on your ear. I want to feel your cock twitch inside me, then to feel your release. I want to nuzzle your face in my bosom and shade you while you ride the waves of your orgasm up into me.
I bite you harder. You make me sticky. We’re even.
It’s messy, but I feel wholesome, not dirty. It’s a lovely thing, if not plain Christian, to take your husband’s cum in you—his seed, his energy, his manly efforts—to let him work you over until he is tired and can sleep well; then to be his fully stuffed, swollen pillow, with the sweet scent of your love-juice cocktail slowly being released from your honey pot.
This story that I’m writing for strangers to enjoy when you’re not here to bring it to life—that’s what I mean when I say I miss you.
I loved this. So raw, so exactly what I long to feel with my future husband. Mmm, I have to favorite this to refer to later!
WOW!! I just love these types of detailed stories from a woman.
Everything about your story was fascinating… and HOT.
I have always wondered whether a woman can feel her "milk ducts", but have never seen this mentioned before. (Instant hard-on, by the way.)
I hope to find another wife someday — and, specifically, one that will gladly share such details with me. "Thank you for sharing." 😉
This is my first time commenting. I'm a 29 year old Christian man, who has decided won't have sex until marriage.
I come here often, but I've never made an account… Until now.
I am twitching over the way you describe your desire for your husband. I'm the stranger that is enjoying your story, to the point I can't help but being glad you're missing him (sorry but it's true!).
The way you describe your labia squeezing together makes my own desire become too strong to resist. My urges as a man come true. I haven't touched myself in days but now I'm desperately rubbing my manhood, moaning quietly, pushing my hips craving to feel the place I'll finally be able to claim as mine.
I push harder. Thrusting. My hand keeps caressing, stroking, reading about your nipples, even wondering about the taste of the milk of a woman.
I can't help but being flustered, a part of me thinks this is bad, that I shouldn't have pleasure while reading about the needs of a sister in Christ. And yet… I keep going.
Harder. Faster.
But I neglect my relief.
It was a wonderful story. May your husband come to you soon 🙂
I agree with the WOW! Such a beautiful piece of writing about the longing we feel when apart from our spouse/lover! (Spouse = Lover)
“…love juice cocktail…” was a great phrase. I’ll have to use that one. I call it our “penis & pussy-mixed protein shake.” We just made love and I rubbed our love juice cocktail on my wife’s raspberry-like nipples and she came a second time as I licked it off! (She was using one of her bullet vibes at the same time.)
I really liked your description where you said “…it’s messy but not dirty…”
I firmly believe that marital sex is just that. It is messy yet pure in God’s eyes. A good marriage includes that kind of intense and satisfying sexual intimacy!
A beautiful description of the need which I myself have felt and I'm sure that any woman who is apart from their love feels.
Thank you so much for sharing this it's a delight to read other women's thoughts. ❤️