Separation

Even if you're not around for just a week, that's already a separation! For me — yes!

And why did I agree to go to this stupid sanatorium? Not seeing you for two whole weeks is just a nightmare! Not feeling your hands, lips, kisses, not feeling your warmth…

I'll tell you about myself. Everything here is quite varied, but at the same time monotonous (without you, everywhere is monotonous for me).

A peculiar schedule, breakfast,

lunch and dinner, procedures before lunch, after lunch almost always free time. If you want, you can go to the pool or the gym, but I don't go. After the first one, your skin smells like chlorine, and as for the second, I get enough physical activity during therapeutic exercises (that's such therapeutic physical training), on afternoon walks and evening discos, or as they're called here in the old-fashioned way — dances. Oh yes, dances… well, anyway, everything in order.

The main clientele here are adults, from about 45 years old (it's winter after all, the pensioner season!), but a large group of us has also gathered, about 8-10 people. All from different cities, roughly close in age, from 30 to 40, well maybe someone a little younger or a little older. Overall, we have fun, after lunch we go for shashlik, for a ski walk, to the skating rink, maybe we'll go to the sauna in a few days! We've been to the bar a couple of times, and in the evenings we go to the dances! Me and my roommate Tanya are the liveliest ones, so there's no shortage of gentlemen, so what if most are over 60, but there are quite noble and sexy ones, like Pierce Brosnan, for example! Okay, okay, don't be too jealous! I'm half-joking, I just wanted to make you a little jealous! Actually, I'm behaving very well (as promised) and not allowing myself anything extra. I'm thinking about you all the time because I miss you so much!

And also… you know…

Hmm…

And what goes on during the procedures, ohhhh… want me to tell you?

No way! Proper girls never tell their beloved men about SUCH things! That's it! (I can even see your face stretching in bewilderment!)

Alright then, listen!

Anyway, I haven't had sex for a whole week! After all, I've been here a week already! I barely remember when I went this long without sex, since we've been together!

So, the procedures!

How to put it, with the help of physical exercises, on one hand I try to relieve sexual arousal, but on the other hand, I get even more aroused!

I also go for a back massage. It's not my fault I got a young masseur, because the older, more experienced one was snatched up by the privileged almost by appointment months in advance. And this one is young, I don't even remember his face, but I remember the touches very well. Because they are your touches! I lie down, close my eyes, and imagine you. Remember, you also gave me massages. Of course, I can't compare his massage to yours, but I just switch off and dissolve into you. And damn it, I'm getting wet again! And my nipples pressing against the snow-white sheet of the couch are itching with desire! Good thing you can moan there, the masseur thinks it's because he's kneading my back muscles so intensely, and at that time I (trying to be inconspicuous) tense and relax my buttock muscles. And between my tightly clenched thighs something… mmmmm… well, I don't know how to say…

That's it! I won't talk about that! My thoughts get confused and you make me blush!

And I, by the way, am a proper girl, with unfinished higher education, an ambulance nurse, I save people sometimes! And you!…

Ugh… tell me, what are you doing to me? You're many kilometers away, but at the mere thought of you, you make me tremble with excitement!

Alright then! I'll continue the story, there's also the Charcot shower, it's like a massage with a very forceful jet of water, well remember, roughly like they washed Rambo in the movie with a fire hose, only here the jet is thinner. So, here I am, all naked, leaning on special supports, and they massage my shoulders, spine, lower back (and again I imagine that it's your touches, that it's your strong hands doing it and not a jet of water). And then I turn around facing it and they massage my shoulders, chest between my tits and stomach (and crazy thoughts visit me, if I slightly reduce the pressure and massage me there, where I'm all burning… I think I'd immediately explode from an orgasm and collapse unconscious on the wet tiled floor)!

There's also the pearl bath. It's a bathtub filled with water, and when you lie down in it, tiny bubbles rise from the bottom all over your body, you know, like you're in a huge champagne flute. So pleasant, it's either tingling or tickling your whole body. I relaxed and, closing my eyes, thought of you again. How we bathed in a huge bathtub, resembling a mini-pool, filled with foam, how your skillful hands caressed me, helpless and trembling under the water, penetrating the most intimate depths… and thinking about this, I didn't realize how my knees stuck out of the water and had already dried, and my thighs parted to the sides and tiny bubbles beat against my trembling little house with its closed door. And then I opened the gates and let them inside, I spread my delicate petals, and dozens of bubbles began to pleasantly tingle and caress my flesh, tormented by desire. And I didn't notice how, under the influence of the bubbles, I inserted a finger inside, first a little, then deeper, and then a second one joined it. I tried very hard to restrain myself and not moan, but the pace of my finger movements relentlessly increased, and not moaning became harder and harder! I came to my senses literally a split second before the last grains of sand in the hourglass inexorably fell through the narrow funnel, marking that my procedure was over. I barely assumed the proper position and calmed my breathing when the nurse came in and said I could get dressed!

Coming back to the room, I didn't go to lunch, locked myself in the shower, and, pulling off my clothes, sat down in the corner, directing warm streams of water onto my body. I really wanted to burst into tears, but then I remembered my thoughts and worries about you, and excitement washed over me with renewed force, over my defenseless body. And then I remembered the Charcot shower, and my hands were already unscrewing the shower head. The pressure from the flexible shower hose wasn't as strong as the Charcot, but as soon as the stream of water touched my open petals, my swollen clitoris, I was shaken by an incredible, thousandfold multiplied orgasm, the first orgasm in a whole week! Then there was the tight stream again, and my fingers, they teased outside and penetrated inside, pinched my itching nipples, and painfully widened the narrow little hole, penetrating it with three, or even four! I abundantly moistened them with saliva, and a salty taste of my lubrication remained in my mouth!

I don't know how long I was in the shower, but I really fucked myself well with the water stream and my delicate fingers! Sorry!

Although what am I apologizing for! After all, you insisted on this (even if short-term, as you said) separation! Well, now get the result and reap the fruits! I'm a young, temperamental girl with certain sexual needs. I promised you I'd behave well, yes, I admit, I don't even have it in my thoughts to find someone here temporarily to relieve sexual tension!

But I need to relieve it! So I'll run to the shower more often!

P.S. When I came out of the shower, my roommate Tanya had apparently already returned from lunch. She looked at me somewhat strangely and asked if everything was okay with me.

She says she thought she heard me either moaning or sobbing in the shower! I, of course, made an angelic face and said nothing like that happened and she must have imagined it, although I think she didn't believe me. Her dark eyes were squinted too slyly!

You see what's happening to me without you! I really hope you'll come for the weekend, otherwise I'll just go crazy from sexual dissatisfaction…

Although…

Or…

Maybe I'll just sleep with Tanya! She's a beautiful, cool girl, very open and prone to adventures. I think, after a couple of martinis, anything could happen between us!

That's how it is, my dear! I warned you!

Don't send me alone into exile anymore, even if it's for health improvement!

Miss you very much, tender kisses!

Your Little Thorn!