My boyfriend has had me feeling rather frustrated all afternoon. Whilst on my lunch break wandering through Manchester city centre, I called him up.

Our conversation starting off innocently yet quickly become something very naughty indeed. Sharing our fantasies, what we’d be doing if we could have been together at that moment in time. I could barely focus and the moment I heard a soft groan escape his lips I knew he was stroking his hard cock for me.

He began telling me in detail how he’d love me to go down on my knees and gently flicker my tongue around the pre-cum covered tip of his cock. My lunch hour was coming to an end, I could no longer play his game so I begged him to send me a picture of his throbbing cock for me, and in return I’d send him a mini-gallery tonight. I’ve just had a hot steamy bath, made myself look pretty and now I’m lay on the sofa relaxing, deciding which picture to surprise him with next.

It’s a little under two weeks until I see him again. 13 days and counting…