Sunday, 25th march 2018.
This night. I'm on my bed. Spread open. Wide. My fingers slithering through the cream in my cunt, thinking about you.
I remember the last time we met. I remember how hard you shagged me. I remember my limited response. I remember every thrust of your cock. I remember the veiny lines on your dick. I remember the glistening head.
I want you so bad. I regret breaking up with you. I want you to fuck me so hard, I get to scream to the high heavens.
I miss the way you grip my neck
Fuck it. Memories of your dick ia getting me wetter. Im rubbing my cunt and my fingers are not enough.
My clit is begging for your touch. I. Need. You. On this balmy night, I miss you.