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Thinking of You

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Masturbation is something I never thought about much in my life. I didn't start pleasuring myself until I was 17. Anyway! I've never really dated guys much. I've given plenty of them chances and they've always lied and used me so I've focused on myself. I can be happy without a man.

There is one I find myself wanting more and more each day. My best friend, Richard. He's in the Navy so we don't talk much. And since he's shipped out for 6 months the only communication we have is email.

Yes I am a virgin, I am proud to be most of the time. It seems every time I talk to him all I want to do is fuck him. Even to me that sounds crude but it's the truth. We've been friends for like 4 years and we've never been romantic. It's even more difficult now since he's stationed so far away.

Every now and then my mind wanders to him. I think about dreams I've had of him and me, sexual dreams. Even some of the things we talk about. Since he is like my best friend I can tell him anything and he can tell me anything. He tends to always inform me when he's horny. Every time he tells me this I start to think about us together.

I imagine him kissing me. The feel of his hands all over my body. The feel of his cock buried deep inside of me.

Even the thoughts are too much to bear. I run my hands down my body. I slip my pants and panties off. I run my fingers up and down my slit, feeling my wetness. Then I slowly push my finger inside me. I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter. I insert two of my fingers inside me as I rub my clit with my thumb. All the while thinking about Richard touching me and fucking me. I move my hips in motion with my fingers. I start moaning louder and louder as my fingers move faster and faster inside of me. As my thumb rubs my clit faster and faster. I scream his name as I orgasm and squirt my juices all over my hand.

I lay there breathing heavy wishing he knew how I thought of him. Wishing he could there next to me lying breathless from his own orgasm.

Maybe one day it will happen. Until then, Richard, I am thinking of you.



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