Good girl linn

He messages her a hello. 
And so it begins.
A conversation on a screen. 
At first it’s platonic, vanilla, getting to know one another. 
Then the conversations get more intense, more exciting, more erotic. 
Her heart flutters when she sees his name. 
His words touch her deep inside. 
He can bring her to orgasm so easily.
How is this connection possible? 
How can she feel so much, without ever, hearing, His voice.

She sits with her friends, all complaining about their husbands. She listens, but doesn’t understand why they complain about the sex. In her mind, she thinks about the cock she wishes she had waiting for her at home. The one she would worship.  Licking, sucking, stroking it as often as she could.  God how she misses that. The cock she would shove as far into her throat as possible. The one that she would suck every drop of cum from.
Her friends would think she was crazy if they knew how she felt. 
She remembers how luscious it felt in her hands as it hardened. She remembers the salty taste of the pre cum on the tip of her tongue. She remembers the moans she elicited from him as she swallowed him into her throat. She remembers how wet her pussy was as she sucked him deeper. She remembers how she worked him into a frenzy until he shot his cum down her throat. 
She stays quiet as they continue to complain. She sits with her own thoughts with sadness on her face. But she remembers.