im losing it... the grip of reality... it slips through my fingers, i can feel it falling away... insanity caused by loneliness...
i miss him... there is nothing new about that... but now it's more phisical, sexual... i crave for his hands to touch me... his tounge... the way he plays with it, first slowly... then faster, faster... in circles... stroking and kissing... the desire kills me... all i think about is feeling him inside of me... hard... satisfying... orgasmic pleasure.
i want him on top, 77, and from behind... for hours... long, fulfilling hours of passion.
a kiss at the end... just one kiss before i collapse on his hot body... pause... another kiss.. slow touches.. slow moves.. and everything starts from the beginning... again and again... all night long...
i really miss that!