I'm hoping you still read this and know it's for you
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.