I'm alone, in a beautiful penthouse apartment, and I wish you were with me. We have many nights apart, but sometimes, my longing for you is such that I imagine you so vividly that it feels like you're here. In my short, tight black dress, it's easy to imagine that I've dressed for you, and that you've just arrived to fuck me all night. Where would we start? I roam over the apartment with you, fantasising about you kissing my neck in front of the mirror, pinning me down on the couch and kissing me, bending me over the arm chair to spank and grope me, before taking me into the bedroom, and finally, finally fucking me, just like I've been begging you to do. Imagining the feeling of your cock sliding deep into my pussy, I get increasingly carried away, fingering my pussy and talking about how much I love the way you're making me feel. God, I'd love it if you fucked my ass in this position - I could use my vibrator at the same time, and cum while you fuck me and feel the vibrations from my pussy, all at once. But this fantasy is taking on a life of its own - soon we're back in the living room, and you're fucking me over the dining table. Finally, I find myself in another arm chair, holding my vibrator against my clit and imagining you still fucking me hard until eventually I have an orgasm that's so intense that it makes me cry ????. Or maybe I'm crying because by now I believe the whole thing's real, and I want you so badly. But what would we do now, if it were real? Surely we'd go back to bed, and you'd hold me in your arms, and we'd drift into rest together? I do hope so, cos that would be heaven...