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It was nearing 8 PM at the football training camp, and the bustling energy from earlier in the day had settled into a quiet hum.Travis lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind fixated on Taylor.
The day had been grueling, filled with drills, strategies, and the constant pressure of staying at peak performance. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the task at hand, his thoughts kept drifting back to her. The physical separation was taking its toll, it wasn't just that he missed her, it was the physical absence of her presence, her touch, and the intimacy they shared.
As he picked up his phone, Travis typed out a text to Taylor, hoping to hear from her. His fingers hovered over the screen, but the words seemed inadequate to convey the depth of his longing.
"Hey, babe. I hope you're having a great evening. I miss you so much... Just wanted to hear your voice. How's everything going?"
He sent the message, then stared at his phone, willing it to light up with her reply. Minutes ticked by, and the silence was deafening. The possibility that she might be busy or asleep didn't help ease his anxiety. He needed to feel connected to her, even if just through a few words.
Desperate for a distraction, Travis pulled out his phone and began scrolling through their photos. Each image was a bittersweet reminder of their time together. He paused on a particularly striking photo, the same one he had pinned to his dorm room wall. It was a shot of Taylor wearing the Midnight's body suit, her confidence radiating from the image. She looked directly at the camera with a teasing pose, her body accentuated in a way that stirred something deep within him.
The photo, with her sultry expression and playful stance, was now a constant presence in his room, facing him from the wall. It was as if her image was the only thing grounding him in the midst of his longing. As he gazed at the photo on his phone and compared it to the large print on the wall, the sense of her absence became even more pronounced. He found himself lost in it, imagining how she would feel pressed against him, her skin warm under his touch.
He ran a hand through his hair, a mix of frustration and longing washing over him. His thoughts drifted to the last time they were together, how her touch had ignited a fire within him, how her kisses had left him breathless. The nights they spent together, tangled in sheets and whispers, felt like a distant dream now.
He lay back on his bed, eyes fixated on the photo, and let his mind wander. The ache in his chest was matched only by the physical reaction he had to thinking about her. It was as if his body was in a state of heightened awareness, a constant reminder of what he was missing.
With a sigh, Travis picked up his phone again. He aimed his camera at the large A1 photo of Taylor pinned to his dorm room wall and took a picture. The shot captured her playful yet sultry pose perfectly, and he felt a pang of longing as he stared at it.
He attached the photo to a new message and typed, his emotions pouring out in a raw, unfiltered way.
"Even though we're apart, just looking at this photo of you makes me feel like you're here with me. Can't wait to hold you again... I need you. 😔"
He hesitated for a moment before sending it, knowing that it might come off as needy but unable to help himself. The thought of not hearing from her was almost unbearable. He placed his phone back on the bedside table and closed his eyes, trying to imagine her in his arms, hoping that the memory of her touch would be enough to get him through the night.
But instead of finding solace, the fantasy only heightened his desire.
His thoughts of Taylor stirred an intense physical reaction, and he felt himself growing hard. A groan escaped his lips as he cursed under his breath. "Damn it, Taylor," he muttered to himself, "I miss you so much." The ache of longing was now mixed with a throbbing urgency, and he felt helpless against it.
Opening his eyes, Travis realized he needed to address his physical reaction. An idea popped into his head, and he grabbed his phone again. He opened the camera app and set it up on the bed, angling it to capture him from the waist up. He then turned his attention to the A1 photo of Taylor on the wall, her confident, teasing pose directly in front of him
He started recording, and as the camera light turned on, he began to speak, as if she were there with him. "Hey, babe," he said, his voice low and husky. "I wish you were here with me right now. Just looking at this photo... it's making me miss you so much. I can't stop thinking about you, about how you feel against me."
He let out a shaky breath, continuing to speak into the camera. "I can imagine your hands on me, your touch... it drives me wild. I need you, Taylor. I need to feel you... to be close to you."
As he spoke, his breathing grew heavier, and he focused on the photo of her. His body responded to the intensity of his longing and the intimate nature of the moment. "Just... imagine you're here," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "Your warmth, your touch... I need that so badly."
Travis's words mingled with his deepening breaths, and he let himself get lost in the fantasy of her presence, hoping it would provide some solace in the absence of her actual touch.
Unable to control himself any longer, he began to stroke himself gently over his shorts, his breath hitching with each movement. "Look what you've done to me, Taylor," he murmured into the camera, his voice thick with need. "Just thinking about you... it's making me so damn hard."
As his arousal grew, he slowly began to lower his shorts, allowing the camera to capture everything. The phone's lens focused on his length, and he continued to speak, his voice a low groan of frustration and desire. "God, I need you so much."
His eyes were locked on the photo of her, her confident pose a constant reminder of what he was missing.
His voice coming out husky as he spoke into the camera. "I miss you so fucking much, Taylor. If only your lips were wrapped around me right now..."
With a trembling hand, he began to touch himself slowly, his breath catching with each stroke. "I wish you were here, feeling you against me... your warmth, god, your tightness against my cock, it drives me wild just thinking about it."
As he continued to stroke himself, his movements grew more urgent. "God, Taylor, if only it was you doing this. Just thinking about your touch... it's almost too much."
He moaned softly, lost in the fantasy of her presence. "I need you so badly. Imagine how it would feel if you were here... your lips, your body..."
In a mix of desire and frustration, he spoke as if Taylor were there with him. "What is it that you always say to me?" he asked, his voice trembling. He answered himself, adopting the persona of Taylor. "You always say, 'Make me feel good... daddy.'"
The words drove him wild, and he imagined her lips whispering them directly into his ear. "Just hearing you say that, imagining your lips on me, it's so intense," he gasped. "The way you say it... it makes me lose control."
His breath became ragged as he continued to stroke himself, his voice growing strained. "Yes, Taylor... just like that. I need you so much...I'm so close, Taylor... so close to the edge," he panted.
With a final, shuddering moan, he reached his climax. His body trembled with release. He held the phone up, showing her the result on his hand and the bed. "Well, looks like this was supposed to be all in you," he chuckled, his voice teasing. "Guess you'll have to settle for this instead."
He smirked at the camera, his breath still heavy. "Enjoy the show, babe. I'm sure you'll make good use of it."
He stopped recording, and then sent it to Taylor with a satisfied grin. The act had given him a bittersweet mix of pleasure and longing, a reminder of the real connection he missed.
