The door is ajar, not by a great deal, if someone walked past not expecting the door to be open they probably wouldn’t notice it but I am very aware of the fact it isn’t closed.

There is a draft and I can feel it as a cold caress up my naked leg and it makes me wonder if someone is outside the room. My stomach somersaults over itself but I do not move, I promised Todd this. I take a breath and force myself to relax. I slide down over the strange duvet, the black satin covering my curves rising up over my knee, exposing my thighs and gathering at the small of my back. It uncovers my arse and sends an erotic jolt from my mind to my cunt.

I glance at the clock again and I realise I must not dilly-dally any longer and I do not want to. I have waited for this for months, I’ve wanted it for so long, the long distance words and pictures only stoking the flames of desire. The orgasms as he watched from his computer only satisfying me for moments. I’ve needed him here with me, watching me, really watching me.

I use the fantasies of old to excite me. The text on the screen and the images he sent. His come on my photograph, his words caressing me, describing how he feels, how he wanks as he watch me. I remember his voice; rough with arousal calling my name as I screamed out, a plastic phallus inside me, my finger pressing with the exact pressure I needed to tip me over into the tempest of orgasm.

She moaned and threw back her head in delight, her thick thighs rubbed together of their own accord as a bolt of sensual pleasure coursed through her body. “You like that, don’t you?” Her husband whispered, stroking the side of her large breast with a teasing finger, “do you want more?” “Yes,” she said, her dark eyes shining. “What’s the magic word?” He teased, leaning closer to her, pressing into her curves. “Please?” she begged, eyes wide, lips pouting. He nodded and slipped another square of milk chocolate between her lips. “Chocolate lover.” He taunted and she winked at him as she sucked the chocolate into her mouth and felt the creamy comfort of it melting over her tongue. “Now that would be something I could sink my teeth into.” She purred then licked her lips. “I remember,” he said, “that time with the chocolate body paint I ended up covered in bites and bruises.” “I don’t remember you complaining at the time.” She reached out to him and stroked his erection through his trousers. “Do we have any of that left?” “Hmm, I don’t think so, but I have a sweet treat here for you.” “I can tell.” She purred and pulled open his pants, “I hope it has a creamy centre, that’s my favourite part.”