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There is an expression that goes "Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder". I had a short affair with a guy from Montreal named Serge whom I met at a coffee shop. We had a wild three month whirlwind romance, and then just as suddenly as we had met, he was transferred by his company back to Canada. How I missed him.

Serge liked to buy me flowers and little gifts. I had so many things around that reminded me of him. We exchanged e-mail daily after he left, but still at least once a week I wrote him a letter so that he could know how I loved him in my own script. I always added the scent of my perfume to the letters too. Once I even sent him some naughty photographs so that he wouldn't forget about me.

Occasionally I would receive flowers from Serge. On days like that I missed him the most. My favorite top was one he gave that had cherries on it. He said it reminded him of my lips - both the full lips on my face, but also my sweet lush pussy lips.

Serge had a gifted tongue and I loved how he would pleasure me for hours with it. When we were in public we were always kissing. He spoke French to me and always referred to me as his Cheri. When we got behind closed doors, he would apply his tongue to my most sensitive parts until I was screaming in ecstacy.

One thing that doesn't make the heart grow fonder is abstinence. I get so turned on thinking about Serge's tongue licking and probing me that I have to masturbate to relieve myself of all of my pent up lust. Usually I start by playing with my breasts imagining it is Serge's fingers rubbing and squeezing my sensitive nipples.

Once I get started playing with myself, I can't stop until I have acheived a complete orgasm. Much like when I am with a lover though, I enjoy slow foreplay and building up my excitement. I say that sexual journies should be as fun as the destination.

I slipped off my skirt and admired in the mirror the sexy little panties that Serge had recently mailed me. He specifically requested that I masturbate while wearing them. He wanted me to get them wet with my pussy juices, and then mail them unwashed to him so that he could smell them.

I get wet fairly easily, so I knew that would not be a problem. I recalled how Serge would sometimes begin licking my pussy right through my panties. This was such a turn-on for me. His tongue was so strong that he could push the fabric of my panties right up inside of my pussy.

I stripped off my cherry top and sat daydreaming about some of my lovemaking sessions with Serge. His cock was not so thick but it was long. He called it his "Slim Jim", although in reference to his French heritage, I dubbed it his "Jacque Cock".

I loved to stroke his cock between my fingers. I would often continue playing with his penis and his balls long after we finished our lovemaking. Often he would fall asleep this way. He said it always made him feel refreshed going to sleep with me stroking him. Once I played around and even stroked his dick with my feet and even between my toes. That was some kinky kind of fun.

Once my panties were soaked with the excitement of my wet juices, I slipped them off, so that I could finish getting myself off. I was feeling very oral. What I needed was a cock to suck on. Well, I would just have to use my imagination.

I had trimmed the hair around my pussy so that there was just a small wispy patch of pubic hair. I gently ran my fingers through it, playing with my soft hairs. I would give a gentle tug every now and then just to stimulate a different sensation.

By the time my fingers began to massage my pussy lips I was already burning hot with excitement. I eased my index finger along my slit and then put my finger in my mouth so that I could taste myself. It was a familiar taste since during our long lovemaking sessions Serge would pull out of my pussy and have me suck his cock which was covered with my own juices.

From the taste I could tell how turned on I was. Now I knew why Serge wanted me to get my panties so wet for him. I decided for good measure to rub my pussy with my panties once again after I finished getting off. I knew he would appreciate my panties all the more that way.

After cumming with a huge orgasm, I sat naked in the chair and contemplated what I would write to Serge. I described in my letter how my panties had acquired the scent that permeated them. I then mailed them with the letter right away so that he could whiff them while they were still fresh with my scent. I guess he liked this because enclosed in my next letter from Serge was an airplane ticket for a weekend trip to Montreal. What a wonderful wild weekend it would be...