*Click* *Bing*

*bing*
Another email from you.
  Another angle of you.
    Another image of you.
      Another window into you.

I put it in the folder with the others, but this one seems different. You've taken other photos for me. This was unbidden. Simple. A breast in the crook of your arm, warmth spilled across your face. I've seen you spread, but never more open.

When I came last night, it was to this picture. Staring into your eyes. Wanting to be there with you.

It's my new favourite.

Alone Time

Worked up. Have been for awhile. I'd hardly call them base impulses, but I can hold off for only so long. Already hard. Already distracted. I found a nice story online and went to town.

It didn't take long. Stroking myself at a moderate pace. I always like to reach the end of the story before I cum. The words began to blur. I was light headed. My cock was hard and wet. I was cumming, but I hadn't...oh, oh, oh FUCK. There it was.

There I was. Puddle of cum on the web of skin between thumb and hand. Globs running down my cock and balls. A speck or two on the back of my hand. How did they get there?

Cupping myself, I went into the shower. Felt the warm water pour over my skin, washing myself off myself. I poured the liquid soap into my hand, grabbed my cock and wanked myself clean for a moment.

I washed, toweled, and dressed, ready to rejoin the world.

Originally written May 11, 2010