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I just want you to want me. We’ve been together for years; years of soft touches and gentle kisses and whispered I-love-yous. But I want more. We used to be so hot and heavy, so passionate, and I can feel the heat fading as we fall into the repetition of day-to-day life. I can see the way you look at me, like I’m just another piece of your day, as important to you as the coffee pot or the keys to your car, just another step before you go out the door. I want you to really see me like I see you, and maybe that’s part of the problem. Perhaps I’m blinded by my expectations of you, but that’s not the point. I want you to look at me and see me for all that I am – both your partner and your equal and your goddess and queen. Finally one night, I can’t take it anymore, can no longer wait for you to make the first move. I roll over to kiss you, my lips soft against the roughness of your stubble. I kiss all over your face and down your body. I hear you moan and run your fingers through my hair, and I’m encouraged to continue. I slip the tips of my fingers under the waistband of your underwear, reveling in the warmth I find there. I pull the fabric down and take a sharp breath when I see your cock, semi-hard and waiting for my touch. I love the sound of your breath catching as I start to kiss around the base of your dick, licking up to the head and taking it in my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue over the sensitive head. You moan and I take you farther into my throat, satisfied when I feel your cock swell and harden against my lips. “Stop.”I pause and look https://escortium.org up at you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing has slowed. “I have to be up early,” you whisper, stroking your hand down my face and gently guiding me away from your cock. “What?” I’m in shock, but not surprised. I should have seen this coming. I try a different tactic. I put a ‘come-hither’ smile on and crawl over you, positioning my pussy, barely covered by my silk panties, against your cock. “Aren’t I worth losing a little sleep?” I whisper in your ear, slowly grinding against you. You moan again but it’s quieter. “I love you, but I need to get up early,” you say again. You’re being gentle. You’re not trying to hurt my feelings, but either way, I end up hurt. “I love you too,” I say to the darkness, laying down and moving to my side of the king bed we share, careful not to let my skin touch yours. For a moment I’m hopeful that you’ll reach across the gap and touch me, pull me close and press against me. Then I hear the gentle snoring and know that I’ve lost another battle. The next morning I stay in bed, listening to the usual sounds- Shower, belt, coffee, shoes. Only after I hear you pick up your keys do I sit up. You lean against the doorframe; it shouldn’t be possible to be that attractive and actively deny it. And yet somehow you do it every day. “I’m leaving now,” you say, looking me up and down. I pull the comforter closer. “Okay. Have a good day.”“I love you.”“I love you too. Have a good day.”You raise an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”I shake my head. “No, never.” I smile and we both know it’s fake but only I know why.You take my words at face value and come to kiss me. It’s a loving kiss, but the heat has dissipated completely. You leave the room and I hear the door lock behind you. I decided to get up. I go through my usual routine; coffee, shower, protein shake. Then I get ready for my run. We live somewhere where the sun always shines, so I put on my favorite running shorts and sports bra and silently hope I get a tan. Pulling my long brown hair into a tight ponytail I quickly stretch and head out. I immediately feel better as I feel the sun on my skin, my muscles relaxing and tensing with each footfall. About half a mile in I hear someone calling out to me. “Hey!” At first, I ignore them, but when I look I see it’s our neighbor, Alex. He’s always been friendly, sometimes too friendly, but we’re always polite because he mows our lawn for free. He’s walking his dog toward me. “How are you Alex?” I pause, catching my breath as he approaches. He’s wearing a pale blue button-up and swim trunks. “I’m fine, but not as fine as you! Damn!” Alex exclaims, looking me up and down. I feel a happy glow spread over my face. He continues. “You better be careful, being out here alone with all that ass going on. Someone’s gonna scoop you up and take you home.”I laugh it off politely but inside something’s sparked. Someone finds me attractive and they’re not expected to. I give a nonchalant stretch, presenting my firm ass to the sky and touching my toes. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Alex glance from my tits, the tops of my breasts pushed tight against my bra, then back to my ass. I know my ass looks good- I don’t run every day for the endorphins.He shifts his stance and I feel a little thrill knowing he’s having a hard time controlling himself. His dog pulls at the leash and Alex seems to come back to reality. He blinks a few times before speaking. “Have a nice as-run. Have a good run.” He turns and walks away and I can’t keep the smile from my face. For the rest of my run, I go through the marketplace. Every opportunity I get I catch a glimpse at the men I pass. My heart skips a beat when I catch them staring. One even catches me watching and winks. By the time I get home my stomach is a whirl of butterflies from all the attention. I’m exhausted from the run so I turn on the shower and strip my clothes. I catch my reflection in the mirror- a slender brunette with firm breasts and hips that dip into an hourglass figure. I reach up and release my ponytail and my hair falls to my shoulders framing my face. I look damn good. I reach for my phone, balanced on the bathroom sink, and snap a picture of myself in the mirror. Then I send it to you. I add the caption “Just hopping in the shower, wish you could join me,” and I finish it off with a wink. I turn on the hot water and stand under it, letting it hit everywhere I wish you would touch me. I run my hands over myself, pretending they’re yours. Eventually, I leave the warmth of the shower, dry off, and get dressed, and I go about my day. The day goes as usual too quickly and the sun is beginning to set when my phone sings out your ringtone. I grab for it and open your text.
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