Eternal Sunshine

Thinkin' Bout You

Ariana shifts her hips in frustration. Her fingers just aren't sufficient to get her off. Her body is too accustomed to Elon. Elon with his thick cock, talented tongue and deft fingers. Elon, who fits and fulfills her kinks and fetishes all too well. Elon, billionaire, CEO and founder of multiple companies. Elon, who's working late again and isn't here to take care of her.

She hits the mattress in frustration. That irritating man. Of all the boyfriends she's ever had, she's had plenty who couldn't satisfy her. Ones that would get too high or too drunk and couldn't get hard. Ones that were selfish and would finish before her then wouldn't get her off. But never has she had the sexual frustration of a man who can satisfy her so well, but then can't because he's working too much.

It had been Ariana's concern from the start. Elon works harder than any person she has ever met. Fortunately he made good on his promise to take her with him everywhere he went. She got to see him daily, even if it was for a rushed meal where he would talk excitedly about his work before dashing off to the next project. But there were far too many nights where he would work almost non-stop. Not there to join her in their bed. Where he would catch a few hours of sleep under his desk out on the factory floor. Production hell, he calls it. It's an accurate name. She feels like she's in hell.

That 25K Tesla better be worth it, Ariana thinks bitterly as she rummages through the bedside cabinet. She pulls out the bullet vibrator and frowns. It looks like a really tiny Starship. For some reason that makes her even more angry. Elon should make her a SpaceX sex toy if he's going to be dicking around with his companies at all hours of the day and night. She already knows that the vibrator just won't be the same as having him between her legs. No, nothing comes close to him. Her aching pussy clenches desperately around nothing. So empty.

Better than nothing, she thinks as she lies back in bed, turning on the vibrator to the lowest setting. She holds it between her thighs. Despite her frustrations with Elon's insane work schedule, the truth is she doesn't want anyone else. She'd patiently wait for him. Depending on your definition of patience, that is. Rubbing the toy through her wetness, she alternates between circling her clit and dipping inside her pussy. It's just not quite enough, she needs Elon.

Their bed feels so empty with her here all alone. Ariana closes her eyes tight and inhales deeply. The sheets still smell like Elon, so distinctly masculine. Musk, she smiles despite herself. Well he may not be here with her, but at least she has the memories. Her fingers flick the vibrator to medium as she lets her mind wander. She can hear his voice, imagine the feel of his body on hers. Touching her the way she likes, loving her like no one else could.

Ariana thinks about their first time together, how good he had been. How he had made her climax so many times. How he always makes sure she is satisfied. How he fulfills her deepest, darkest kinks. She whines and wishes he was here. She flicks the vibrator up to high and presses it against her clit. Desperately she imagines it's his tongue or his fingers. Tries to imagine the feeling of his huge cock spreading her open. Imagining him and only him, every last glorious part of him.

In the end what pushes Ariana over the edge is an aural memory. The sound Elon makes when he loses himself to his own orgasm. That moaning sob he does when he cries out her name. Of all the beautiful voices and sounds in the world, that is her favorite.

She arches her back as she quivers through her climax. Accidentally she drops the vibrator and it cuts off as it falls between her legs. Her orgasm falls away nearly as fast. She sighs and rolls her eyes. Better than nothing, she thinks again. Finding the toy, she climbs out of bed and goes to the restroom. There she washes it off and cleans herself up.

Ariana puts the toy away and lays back in bed. She turns to the side, reaching out to where Elon should be. Where the hell are you? A tear slips down her cheek. She closes her eyes as another follows. She curls into a ball and tries to just focus on her breathing. Thankfully, sleep takes her and she meets him in her dreams. That is the only difference between dream Elon and real Elon. He doesn't leave for work.