Ariana Imagines

#92: Missing the Dove

"I miss you greatly." I chuckle at this. Being the first thing she says. But I understood. My heart feeling full and wincing in pleasure.

"I miss you too." I say honestly. "How's New York?" she sighs, I hear shuffling through the telephone. "Cold. It's going great," I say smoking the last of my cigarette and breaking it down in the ashtray. "how are you doing?" I ask seriously concerned. The line turns quiet.

"I-I've been fine." I hear a sniffle along with her voice crack. My heart drops. My eyes widen and I adjust myself in my sofa. "Oh Honey," I say as I realize she's crying harder now. "what's wrong?" I continue to hear small sniffles and cries. "It's dumb really, I'm overreacting. I'm just sick of doing this, I want you here. I never thought I would go this crazy. But I shouldn't be crying, I don't know, it's strange." she laughs through her cry. "I wish to be there. I miss you so much, I'm sorry baby I really am. I hate putting you through this shi-ugh I-I'm sorry." I say putting my face in my hand. My eyes burning hot, I don't cry often and I wasn't gonna start now. I had to be strong with her, for her.

"No, don't beat yourself up. I'm talking to you now. It's alright, just keep talking to me. Distract me." she says sounding clearer. "Are you okay now?" I ask leaning back on the sofa. "Yeah." I close my eyes imagining her now. "What are you doing? Besides talking to me." I say as I remember her usual joke. She chuckles sniffling one last time, "Laying in bed." I raise my eyebrows. "Hmmm, naked?" I hear her small beautiful laugh. "Yes, very." I bite my lip. "I miss that body. Beautiful, sexy body of yours." I mumble, my throat becoming raspy as the late hours interwine.

"Be honest, what's your favorite part?" she giggles lightly to herself. I smile remembering the soft skin, the curves, the marks, the taste, the beauty. "Every part. I can't choose." I say truthfully. "I love your personality the most." I add. I could vision herself now, in her bed naked smiling, blushing as per usual at my comments. Her beautiful face clear of any makeup, I came to dislike the makeup. Wanting her to be clear of it as that's how she looks best. Man, how much I wanted her now.

"You're too sweet. I don't deserve you." she says softly. "You deserve nothing but love, I'd be glad to give you some, no charge." I joke. She chuckles and the line gets into comfortable silence. Before she can start thinking negatively again I speak, "What's your favorite part about my body?" I hear a playful gasp. "No, I can't choose either." I smile. "Come on, just say something." I encourage. "Hmm, your.. fingers." I raise my eyebrows. "Oh really?" I question teasingly. "Mhhmm." she hums emphazising the 'mm'. "Where do you like me to touch you with my fingers?" I say feeling myself get warm from the couch. "I like when you drag them across my stomach, draw stuff on my skin with the tips. I like when I feel them at my center.. When I feel them wrapped around my neck." she goes on in the sexiest voice.

I undo my robe, I feel my hand going from my stomach to my lower region. "Oh?" I say wanting her so badly to continue. "When they are holding me in place when I shake as I cum, your fingers tight around my wrists." I start playing with my folds. "I miss my girl, everything about your sweet pussy." I say, I groan lightly. "I miss those fingers." she purrs. "I want you so bad.." I hear her sigh.

  I bite my lip harshly, trying not to slip out any moans as I am fully masterbating now. I let out a shaky breath, I hear her chuckle. "Baby, I know you're touching yourself. Do you want me to continue?" she says softly. "Yes, please." I barely get out. "I've been having to touch myself recently and-" I growl. "I told you fucking not to." I hear shuffling. "I love when you're rough with me Ma'am." she says making the recent thought disappear. The nickname sending a bolt to my stomach. I lean my head back into the pillow more, I pump my finger inside of me. "Yeah?" I moan. "Y-Yeah." I stay quiet for a few seconds. "You better not be fucking touching yourself babygirl. You'll get punished when I get back." I say firmly. "I can't fucking wait.." she groans, now fully putting her moans out in display.

  I feel anger rising in me, the famaliar hot feeling coming to the back of my neck. "Peach, you are being very bad. You're not gonna listen to your master, you fucking whore?" I spit. "Oh s-shit." I shake my head, I stop masterbating. "Listen Princess, you are gonna get fucked hard when I get home. Don't even think for a second I will regret it. You won't be getting out of bed." I hear her moans. "You want that huh? You nasty nasty girl." I ask. "Yes, fuck yes. Please." she stumbles. I could imagine her now, her famaliar shake of her legs as she finds her favorite spot inside herself. Her lips parted, her back arched. It was getting me in a mix of anger as I knew I couldn't touch her and make her feel the type of way only I can make her feel.

"Hmm. Say Master." I say as I continue to hear her moans. "M-Master." she barely gets out. "Put your legs up and pump in and out for me. Quickly. Small thrusts." I say licking my lips. "Okay." she says before all I hear is a loud exhale followed with an 'oh my god'. I felt my own center getting soaked. "Good." I say getting lost in her voice and imagination. "M-Master I-I'm-" I inhale. "Let go darling."