I don't know what happened.
My vibrator and I were having a perfectly fine time. It was humming right along, I was thinking of a man or two (or three), caressing my breasts and enjoying the sensation. As I was nearing climax, I could tell this would one would be good -- strong and powerful -- and I wasn't disappointed. I was taking deep breaths to remain in the moment & relax my body, and I began to cry. And I cried, and I cried, and I cried myself to sleep.
I hate having to have to use a vibrator because there isn't a man laying beside me, touching, kissing and fucking me.
I miss the weight of man on top of me.
I miss the power of his body thrusting into mine.
I miss slow & deep kissing with probing tongues.
I miss the smell of bodily fluids mixing into a cologne of passion.
I miss giving head & having my pussy eaten.
I miss the dirty talking, the hair pulling & the little nibbles.
I miss it ALL, every single solitary bit of everything that goes into having sex with a man.
On the bright side, I have fucked well and been well fucked, and it is those memories that keep me buying batteries.
I will fuck, kiss, give head & be eaten out again...patience.
Have you ever noticed, folks who say patience is a virtue don't seem to be waiting for a fucking thing!?!
6 comments:
You know who to call,
we can work something out!
(smiles)
Who do I call? NO ONE!
I was fine until I came over and read this...DAMNIT! And I need fresh batteries too.
Great post...you have captured my sentiments exactly...*sigh* *double sigh*
somebodiesfriend, my dear, I appreciate the offer, alas, I'm not in the ATL
Sigh. I have been in exactly the same situation. It is nice to know I'm not the only one.
Rather than looking forward to being in my man's arms, I'm looking forward to my new toys coming in the mail. Better run to Walmart and stock up on batteries. Sheesh!
I completely understand those thoughts....xx
I know thats right gurlz... I like the vibrator called the 'tongue' reminds me of the real thing... ;)
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