The day is Thursday February 13th, 2020. I wake up with an almost depressed sigh. It looks like Ill be spending my birthday alone, I think to myself. You might or might not still be over in Iraq. Its been a month since your mom and I have heard from you, and all we really know is that by some strange turn of events, that youll be home sometime within the first three months of 2020.
Hugging the pictures of you close to my heart, I send up a silent prayer for your quick and safe return. I put the pictures back and stand up, slipping out of my long light blue silk nightgown. I look at my naked form in the full-length mirror as I brush out my hair. Ive lost weight since we met back in March of last year, and although still big, I look healthier and happier.
My pussy is smooth and pink, just like you like it and I remember how it felt the first time you ate me out. At the memory of it I feel myself get wet and my nipples harden up a bit. Setting down my brush I slide my hands from my hair to my breasts, gently kneading them and twisting the nipples. I close my eyes and let my hand reenact the pleasure you gave me upon our first sexual encounter.
It feels so real, as if you are really there, touching and kissing me, wanting to give me all the pleasure you can. One hand dips down, cupping my increasingly wet pussy, the fingers going up and down my slit and teasing my clit. I moan in pleasure as one finger slides easily into my juicy cunt. I ache for more as the finger moves in and out, but I keep it slow and steady, teasing myself, as I know you would.
