Hidden Passion [+18]

Long-distance Love

The initial days of our separation were marked by a routine that we clung to with a sense of determination. Daily calls and video chats become our lifeline, bridging the miles that stretched between us. Marcos will call me every morning before work, his voice, a soothing balm to the loneliness that threatened to engulf me.

-Good morning beauty- he would say, his smile visible even though the screen -¿How do you sleep?-

-I miss you- I'd reply, my heart aching with the constant reminder of his absence -But I'm ok, how's everything on your end?-

We share the mundane detailed of our days trying to maintain the closeness that distance threatened to erode.

But as weeks turned into months, the cracks in our perfect facade begane to show. The distance once a challenge we were determined to conquer started to take it's toll.

One evening after a particularly grueling day at the studio I received a text from Marcos "Sorry can't make our call tonight, work emergency, miss you"
I stared at the message the disappointed washing over me, our calls had become the highlight of my day, a respite from the gnawing emtiness.

I tried to focus on my art but my mind kept drifting back to Marcos,the doubt crept in like a small poison. What if the distance was too much? What if he found comfort elsewhere? The thought was unbearable, yet it lingered, feeding my insecurities.

Marcos, too, faced his own battles. The pressure of his new job and the isolation in his new city tastes his resolve, he confident in me about a college who had shown interest in him, her flirtations subtile but persisten.

-I won't lie Alex- he said during one of our calls. -It's hard being away from you. But I need you to know that I'm committed to us. No one else can take your place-.

His words were a balm of my fears, yet the temptation was a stark reminder of the challenges we faced. I too, encounter moments of weakness.
One evening when I was at my gallery, a fellow artist, Leo, had taken a keen interest in my work - and in me. His compliments and lingering glances were flattering, but I kept my distance, my heart firmly tethered to Marcos.

-Alex your paints are so beautiful, as beautiful as you-
-Thank you Leo but I have a boyfriend-
-I know, you are taken by Marcos, the executive, but if you let me, I can show you how a real man can treat a god like you-
-It's better if we continue just as a professional relationship-
-Okay, I'm not going to insist more-
-That sounds perfect-

Today is my birthday and although I've received message from my siblings and close friends, I can't help but wish I were with Marcos. I miss his presence, his touch, his scent. The distance between us feels even more painful today.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and purple, I decided it was time for a shower. Around five PM, I stepped into the bathroom, letting the hot water slowly cascade down my back and legs. The steam filled the room, and with it, thoughts of Marcos intensified in my mind.

As the water flowed over my body, my hand moved to my groin. I took my erection in my hand, feeling its firmness as I started to stroke myself slowly, imagining Marcos behind me. In my mind his strong body pressed against mine, his chest against my back, his hands roaming over my hips.

With each movement of my hand, the fantasy grew more vivid. I could feel how his hard cock aligned with my entrance, pressing firmly but unhurried, letting me anticipate every inch about to invade my body.
The sensation of his thickness sliding into me, filling me completely, made me gasp and my hand began to move faster.
I pictured Marcos pushing deeper and deeper, his hot breath in my ear as his hands gripped my hips, setting the pace.
My body tensed at the thought of his erection buried inside me, reaching places only he knew how to touch. Moans begane to escape my lips, growing louder with each frantic stroke on my hand.
I felt my body nearing climax, the heat building in my lower abdomen as i imagined Marcus driving himself to the edge, thrusting forcefully, claiming me entirely.