Sowmya Roy
Newbie
after my night been alone, it was raining one day, my longing for my husband increased, his touch, his smell, his warmth...I was feeling so empty without him. As I lay on our bed, I felt the coldness of the sheets, and the dampness of my own arousal. The rain outside was playing a sweet melody, a tune that only my body could understand. I was wearing a thin, white nightgown that clung to my body, showing every curve and shadow that my body had to offer.The room was dimly lit by the candle flickering in the corner, casting a warm glow across the walls and ceiling. I reached under my gown, my heart racing as my fingertips grazed the soft, damp fabric of my panties. I slipped them off, feeling the cool air kiss my wetness. Spreading my legs, I allowed myself to feel the rain's rhythm between my thighs. The sound of the drops hitting the roof was like a symphony of passion that only I could hear.My hand slid down my stomach, my skin slick with sweat and anticipation. My breath hitched as I found my clit, already swollen and begging for attention. I began to circle it, slowly, feeling the tightness coil within me. I was my own maestro, conducting an orchestra of pleasure. My other hand found my breast, my nipple already erect and yearning. I pinched it gently, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the pleasure shoot straight to my core.The rain grew heavier, the thunder rumbled closer, and I couldn't help but think of my husband's powerful chest, his arms around me, keeping me safe during storms like this. My fingers grew more insistent, my circles faster and more demanding. My breath came in short gasps as the pressure built.I spread my legs wider, my hand moving down to my opening. I slid two fingers inside, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited me. I groaned softly, my hips lifting off the bed to meet my own touch. I began to pump them in and out, mimicking the rhythm that my husband and I had so often shared. I was lost in the sensation, the rain outside providing the perfect soundtrack to my solo performance.I reached over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, velvet pouch. Inside was a treasure trove of toys that my husband had brought me from his travels. I chose my favorite, a vibrator shaped like a dolphin, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the roughness of my own hand.Turning it on, I felt the buzz of power in my fingertips. I slid it down my body, teasing my clit with its tip before plunging it deep inside me. The vibrations filled me, resonating through my core like a bass note in a love song. I moaned louder, my body arching as the storm outside reached its crescendo.With my free hand, I massaged my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples as I rode the waves of pleasure. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my orgasm building like a tidal wave, threatening to consume me.As the thunder crashed overhead, I felt it, the sweet release that I had been craving. My body tensed, my toes curled, and I came with a cry that was swallowed by the rain. The vibrator was still buried deep within me, the aftershocks of my climax making me tremble.I lay there, panting and satisfied, the rain now a gentle patter on the roof. My hand still resting between my legs, I felt the last pulses of pleasure subside. The candle flickered, throwing shadows across my flushed face and heaving chest.As the storm passed and the room grew quiet, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. My hand couldn't replace my husband's, no matter how much I wished it could. But for now, it was enough.I cleaned up, my heart still racing from the intense solo session. I pulled the damp gown from my body and slipped into bed, feeling the cold, wet fabric against my hot skin. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about the next time he would come home. The next time his rough hands would replace my own, and we would make love to the sound of the rain outside. Until then, I would have to make do with my own touch, and the sweet memories of our past encounters.The next few months passed in a blur of mundane tasks and lonely nights. My body was a caged animal, desperate for the release that only my husband could provide. I touched myself every chance I got, but it was never enough. I needed him, all of him, more than I had ever needed anything before.When the day finally came, and I saw his ship on the horizon, I couldn't contain my excitement. My heart was racing, my body was a live wire of anticipation. As he stepped off the boat and into my arms, I felt whole again. His scent was like a drug, making me dizzy with desire.We didn't waste any time. We barely made it to our bedroom before our clothes were scattered across the floor. His mouth found mine, his kisses like fire, burning away the coldness that had taken root inside me. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body as if he had forgotten how it felt.He pushed me down onto the bed, his strong hands holding my wrists above my head. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at me, his chest heaving with his own desire. He slid my gown up, exposing my wet, swollen pussy to his gaze. He groaned, his cock straining against his pants.With one swift movement, he ripped his own clothes off, his erection standing proud and ready. He slid between my legs, his cock brushing against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I was already wet and eager for him, my pussy begging to be filled.He entered me with a slow, deliberate stroke, filling me completely. I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head as he began to move. His strokes were deep and powerful, just like the storms that had kept me company while he was away. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge, my body responding to him like it was made for this moment.We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync, the rain outside providing the background music to our passionate reunion. He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, harder.I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, my cries of pleasure mixing with the sound of the rain. His mouth found my breasts, sucking and biting as his hips pistoned into me. I could feel his muscles tightening, his own orgasm building.And then it was there, that sweet release that I had been craving for so long. Our bodies shuddered together, our climaxes crashing like waves against the shore. We lay there, tangled in each other's arms, our breathing the only sound in the room.The rain had stopped, and the world outside was quiet. But inside, our love was a storm that raged on, a tempest that would never cease. And as we held each other, I knew that no matter how long he was gone, his touch would always be my home.
