Get lost in thoughts of him

You try to not think about Asher, but that just does not work out the way you would have liked. Any time you close your eyes, you can see him. Sometimes you see him with Brittany, causing you to get mad, but other times all you see is his beautiful face.

You can’t help imagining what it might be like to take your hands and run them through his beard hair. It’s not overly long, but it’s just long enough that you can get your fingers caught up in it. It helps shape his face so well that you can’t help but think about it.

Before you even realize it you have one hand on your breast and the other softly rubbing between your legs. It’s been years since you’ve really had a desire like this. Sure, your ex-husband could get you turned on and give you a good time, but this just felt different. You feel passion and desire like you’ve never felt before.

“Oh god,” you moan out as your finger makes contact with your soft flesh through your jeans. In a moment of desire, you waste no time getting those off of you and your underwear as well. You are horny and are in **** need of some good touching.

Before you know it you are completely naked and rubbing all over your clit with your one hand while your other massages your breasts and teases your nipples. Nothing sexual has really ever felt this good.

You’re getting close to your edge, but it’s just not quite cutting it. Your thoughts have already gone to imaging what Asher might be packing between his legs. So, you can’t help imaging his cock and what it might be like to be inside of you.

Rushing to your room, you grab your dildo that has become your best friend since the divorce and lay back on your bed, spreading your legs wider than you ever did for your ex-husband. You rub the fake cock up and down your slit, getting it nice and wet before letting it slip deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you swear, shocking yourself. Sure, you’d said the word before, mostly during sex, but it’d been a while and almost feels foreign, even as it sounds amazing at the same time.

You fuck yourself until you can’t take anymore. You rub your clit as you pound yourself until your whole body shakes and spasms as you cum all over the cock that you so badly wish was attached to Asher.

The next evening while lying down in bed you get a text from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: Hey, Harmony, it’s Asher from church. I was hoping you would be willing to hear me out on an opportunity that I have that I think would be great for you.

You’re in shock. It’s not the kind of attention you’re hoping for from him, but you’re also interested in what he might be wanting to talk to you about, and seeing him after the previous night you’d spent imagining what it might be like to be with him, and not just sexually.