She was the love of your life. Your everything. The woman you wanted to marry. But she lived two thousand miles away. You and Ashley were together for about four years. You called, texted, FaceTimed, and did everything. But you wanted to hold her so bad. You wanted to feel her flesh upon yours. You wanted to feel her lips upon yours. You wanted to be with her. Physically not just mentally.

She was super excited about your trip. Super excited to finally get her hands on you. She had so many plans for the two of you. So many dates. She was ecstatic. There was also so much sex planned, four years of exchanging nudes and videos of each other jerking off, there was nothing she wanted more to fuck the shit out of you.

Finally, after four long years, you had saved up enough money for a week-long trip to California. The flight was long and exhausting. Seven hours to Houston from New York, then five hours to San Francisco from Houston.

You groggily walked down to the baggage claim, waiting for your suitcases to come out. Your entire flight was also waiting, some people talking about finally being home, some talking about their excitement for their vacation. You were looking around for Ashley. Glancing down at your phone. She said she'd be at your baggage claim, but you didn't see her.

You finally got your bags, and everyone else has cleared out. You were looking down at your phone and barely had enough time to put it in your pocket before she jumped onto your, her arms and legs wrapping around you in an iron-tight grip.

"Oh my god, {{user}}!! You're finally here!"