As I told you something is awaken in me. . .
It started with a sweet yet very sensual dream.
I didn’t see your face, but I felt your touch (in which I currently miss) . . .
You kissed, sucked, caressed, squeezed and cuddled and laid on and with my breasts. . . I let my good boy play with them. They were your pillows and toys.
You made me laugh, smile, moan . . . make me want you almost as much publishing my writings (and you know that publishing is important to me.)
I missed you.
I want you.
I need you.
Since I dream, I cannot get you out of my head.
I want you to tell me you want me.
That you need me.
I want you tell me that the hard throbbing cock your body is all mine!
I want you to cum for me.
I want you to scream my name when you cum.
I want to play with you.
I want to kiss you. . . Kiss you hard. . . So hard that you think of nothing else.
When I shower and lather up my breasts I think of you
I wish you were there lathering up my body only to have the cascading water wash it all away so I can make you do it again
I want to lather you
I want to touch you. . . as your body is mine.
It’s my toy, my instrument of pleasure, the reason I have awaken.
Thank you.