August 25, 2019
I can't stop thinking about you. The less I want to think about you the more I do. Especially at incovientent times, such as during class, or while working on assignments. I keep picturing me naked on top of you. Riding you, kissing you..
It's not just about the sex that gets me going. It's you being close to me. You touching me. Pulling my hair, making my head go back exposing my neck for you to kiss and bite on. Me squirting all over your cock and lap. Letting your raw cock feel how wet being with you makes me. Riding you until you whisper in my ear that your about to cum. Then grabbing my waist and pounding me until you release your load inside of me. Then as I climb off you start rubbing my clit making my squirt a little more. of mixture of my cum mixed with yours. you stick your fingers inside of me and the you put your fingers to my lips and I lick them and start sucking them. I love the way we taste together.
but no it's not just sex, it's you, it's me, it's us together. I wish you were a certain way that I know you are not. Available to me emotionally being one. I wish I could confide my biggest fears to you and yours to me.
I know it's not that easy for you. I don't know why.. There are so many things that are keeping us apart.. Even though I love us together.. We somehow don't belong. SO I guess imma continue to miss you. Imma continue to wish that things were different. But slowly with time I will hopefully let go of that "what IFs" and realize that what is important is "what IS". and that you and me are not what is...