As the night descends, your loneliness consumes you. The empty bed feels vast and cold without her warmth beside you. You toss and turn, sheets tangling around your legs as memories of her touch haunt your dreams.
Her photograph sits on the nightstand, that coy smile still sending shivers down your spine. You reach out, fingertips grazing the glass, wishing you could feel her soft skin again. A deep ache builds in your core as you recall her caress.
Sleep finally claims you, but she follows you into your subconscious. In your dreams, her hands roam your body with urgent need. You feel the press of her breasts against your chest, her hardened nipples grazing your skin. Her lips trail fire down your neck as her fingers tease lower, circling your throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” you groan, arching into her touch. But as you reach for her, she fades away like smoke. You jolt awake, painfully hard and aching for release.
Rain pelts the windows as you lie there panting, her phantom touch still tingling your flesh. You wrap your hand around your shaft, imagining it’s her slick pussy enveloping you. Your hips buck as you stroke yourself, chasing the memory of her tight heat.
“Please,” you whimper, desperate for her. You can almost hear her breathy moans and feel her nails raking down your back. Your hand moves faster, twisting on the upstroke as she used to.
The pressure builds low in your abdomen as you near the edge. You cry out her name as you come, spurting hot streams across your stomach. For a blissful moment, you swear you can smell her familiar scent.
But as your breathing slows, reality crashes back. You’re alone, cum cooling on your skin as the rain continues to fall. Shame and longing war within you. Will she ever forgive you? Will you ever feel her touch again beyond these torturous dreams?
You clean yourself up mechanically, feeling hollow. As you drift off again, her smile haunts you from the nightstand. In your dreams, she’ll touch you again. But for now, you remain alone with only memories to keep you warm.
As dawn breaks, you awaken to a dull throb behind your eyes, remnants of last night’s anguish. The rain has ceased, leaving behind an oppressive silence. You roll over, instinctively reaching for her, only to grasp empty sheets.
“Fuck,” you mutter, rubbing your face. Her scent lingers on the pillow, a cruel reminder of what you’ve lost. Your cock stirs, already half-hard from morning wood and lingering dreams.
You drag yourself to the shower, hoping to wash away the sticky remnants of your nocturnal activities. As hot water cascades over your body, you close your eyes and lean against the cool tile—unbidden memories of shower sex with her flood your mind.
Her wet, soapy body pressed against yours. Steam rises as your hands glide over her slippery curves. The way she’d gasp when you’d lift her, pinning her to the wall as you thrust deep into her cunt.
“Goddamnit,” you growl, your cock now fully erect. You grip it tightly, the water providing just enough lubrication as you start to stroke. You can almost hear her voice:
“That’s it, baby. Stroke that big dick for me. Mmmm, you’re so fuckin’ hard.”
Your hand moves faster, hips jerking as you fuck your fist. You imagine her on her knees, looking up at you with those mischievous eyes as she takes you in her mouth. The wet heat, her tongue swirl, and gentle teeth scrape…
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” you roar as you come, spurting thick ropes of cum against the shower wall. Your legs shake as the last aftershocks ripple through you.
As the water washes away, the evidence, shame, and anger war within you. How long will she haunt you like this? How many more days, weeks, and months of torturous longing?
You leave the shower, avoiding your reflection in the steamy mirror. As you dress for work, your eyes again fall on her photograph. Something in her smile seems different today — challenging, almost mocking.
A spark of determination ignites within you. You can’t go on like this. It’s time to fight for her, to win her back. No more hiding behind memories and dreams.
You pick up your phone, heart pounding as you dial her number. It rings once, twice — then her new lover answers, jolting you awake and abruptly ending your torturous erotic dream.
