I Came & I Cried

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!?!