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Do You Still Read This?

We recently broke up for strange and complicated reasons that I don't quite understand. It's made me quite frustrated, emotionally and sexually.

We were each other's first, which makes moving on feel like an impossibility. I think about you more than you know. I want to constantly be talking to you but instead we limit ourselves to a few texts here and there.

The other night however when I messaged you that there might be a storm, (she's terribly frightened of them, like a child) and our conversation slowly turned from calling you a 'pussy' for your cowardice towards thunder into how you describe how moist you were was the best night I've had in a long time.

I wish it'd been face-to-face mutual pleasure but sexting was enough, for now at least.

I loved being able to send you a photo of my fingers wrapped around my cock. You know I love showing it off to you. All those times I would get dressed in front of you just to show you my cock in all it's glory. Then you'd give me a gentle tug which was just a bonus.

My cock was almost never soft around you except for after sex. No girl has ever had this power over me. And I don't know if any ever will.

I hope you get to read this soon. I'm going to be all alone in a hotel room for the next three nights. When you read this send me a picture of your pussy just like you used to, and no matter where I am I'll send you a picture of my cock.


Posted on: 2020-09-22 20:00:02 | Author: