A young man, separated from his girlfriend during the pandemic lockdown, fantasizes making love to her after waking up in the middle of the night, and hopes to be reunited with her soon.
It’s late - very late. Or maybe it’s early? I don’t know, why bother checking the time, there’s no point in knowing. Was I dreaming? I don’t remember, but a warm and welcome feeling has washed over me, causing my little man to lengthen and swell. A pleasant desire rises in me. I need her. Reaching across the bed I want to embrace her, but it’s empty and cold. Only her pillow occupies the bed next to me.
How long has it been? Three weeks? A month? Longer? Since being locked down I’ve lost all sense of time; I hardly know what day it is. Date and time are all but irrelevant now. I pull the pillow close to me, bury my face in it and inhaled deeply hoping for a hint of her scent. I miss her.
Caught in a surreal world between conciseness and unconsciousness I close my eyes and dream of a time hardly imaginable now, before the virus, before the long, cruel isolation. I can’t help wondering if a time without the virus ever existed. Did we really sleep together unconcerned about spreading disease, illness and death? It seems impossible now that we’d ever laid naked together, embracing each other unconcerned about masks, or gloves, or hand sanitizer, or disinfectant spray. Had we really cum together in this bed or was it just a fantasy? Will I wake from a nightmare? My eyes open and the dream fades, my heart thumps harder in my chest and my erection grows longer, thicker, stronger. I want her.
I embrace her silky soft pillow, allow myself to imagine her twinkling eyes and smiling face looking wantonly at me. Holding it close I feel its supple plumpness pressed against my naked body and eager erection. Closing my eyes again I begin to fantasize spooning her warm body, kneading her full and tender breasts, my now rigid manhood nestled in the crevice of her fleshy butt cheeks. Her breathing becomes slow and deep as her arousal awakens and her body prepares to take me in. My pulse quickens as I picture her hand taking hold of my stiff shaft, guiding it to the slippery opening between her thighs.
The feel of the cool, soft, fluffy fabric against the tender underside of my now throbbing hardon stirs me to push. Pressing harder against the soft pillow a tingling urge radiates through me. Firmly grasping the pillow, I fold it over, pressing the two halves together to form a soft and supple little orifice much like her wet and welcoming opening. A finger follows the thin slit formed by the two pillow halves until it reaches the tight little hole formed at the fold. Slipping my finger in I’m intrigued by its soft, cool, silky smoothness. My pulse quickens as I imagine the little hole being her delightfully tight, virginal love canal.
She’s ready for me now. Gently taking hold of my throbbing tool she guides its head along the folds between her legs until it finds her slippery wet and ready opening. Holding her firmly I gently push, slipping between her inner lips. Moaning softly her warm and slippery pussy spreads to accept me. Gently thrusting she takes all of me in.
The pillow is cool at first and a strange unnatural but arousing feeling encompasses my erection. The fabric is silky but dry and a bit course. It clenches me in a firm yet yielding grip. Pushing harder I go deeper into the little fold until its soft, pillowcase enclosed fiber is pressed hard against my naked groin. I pause for a moment to enjoy the new and weird sensation surrounding my cock. Then, slowly the once cool fabric warms and yields to my probing penis with ease.
We are lying on our side now in a doggie-style position, the supple, plump cheeks of her butt pressed firmly against my abdomen and groin, my stiff shaft deep inside her. She is warm and wet, and a sudden rush of excitement comes over me, enticing me to cum. Too soon I’m fighting the urge, I want to saver this moment, enjoy the feeling of her clenching me. I hold myself still, breathe deeply, relax. In time the urge passes, then slowly I begin to back out, then push in again. She sighs in delight as the length of my shaft is slowly withdrawn, then gently thrust in again.
I begin to pump the length of my shaft into and out of the little artificial vagina. It’s an odd, unnatural, but very arousing feeling, sending warm waves of excitement washing over me, pushing me with every thrust ever closer to climax. I get a disconnected feeling fucking this little hole that enhances my fantasy, something my hand can’t reproduce, yet while I imagine making love to her my attention is suddenly pulled away from the fantasy to the fetish.
My arousal begins to peak peaking now and I want to pump hard and fast to push myself over the top, releasing my sticky spunk into the little artificial pussy. Oozing precum has wetted the pillowcase, I can feel its slippery wetness saturating the silky fabric. Suddenly it seems to me there is something crude and dirty in ejaculating on the pillow where my lover lays her head to sleep. I can’t help but wonder what she’d think if she knew what I was doing, if she’d be shocked to see me wildly dry-humping her pillow. For and instant I contemplate withdrawing, letting my hand finish the job, catching the sticky, white goo in the palm of my free hand like something you’d see in a sleazy porn movie. But that would ruin the fantasy. I want to cum in her, and she’d want it that way too; I know she’d be disappointed if I didn’t. I am ready now.
The pace of my thrusting intensifies as my orgasm approaches. She is reaching her own climax as well, her hand slipped between her legs vigorously messaging her swollen clit, her own thrusting meeting mine. Suddenly - like flipping a switch - a subtle tingling electrifies me. I squeeze my eyes closed as stars pop in and out of view and strong spasms from deep in my groin rushes thick, sticky goo into the now well-fucked little orifice. She, too, groans as her own orgasm sends spasms rippling through her, causing her to shutter. Then we lay together, quietly, restfully. I love her.
It’s late - very late. How long have I been laying here alone in the dark? I don’t suppose it really matters; I’ve got no place to go, no reason to be concerned. My now tired and flaccid little man, still nestled in the fold, drowns in cold slimy liquid, an uncomfortable stinging penetrates the slit opening of his little head. Withdrawing him I unfold the pillow, run my hand over the great slimy wet spot that saturates the once silky soft fabric that made my fantasy possible. How long will it be? A month? Two months? Longer? Will we ever sleep together again, or will the virus forever separate us? I can’t imagine life without her. So, as I slowly drift off to sleep again it comes to me that while I might be confined to my home for the foreseeable future, at least washing my bedding will keep me busy. And I’ll have to hope that one day, when I hold my lover close again, I’ll look back and laugh when I remember surviving the great pandemic – fucking my lover’s pillow.
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