Why is he so cute? Why doesn't he love me like he loves that woman he met on v9? If it were possible, he would be on a plane, going to her.
Why looking into his eyes I have to change my panties?
I'm alone, he says she's alone too, he can't go see her, but he could me. Why won't he come over? I live right next door to him, couldn't he be with me? Then go to see her when it's possible?
Why did he hug me today? I know he's being nice, giving me a little human contact, he knows I'm lonely, my husband passing on, my daughter moving in with that louse of a boyfriend.
When he hugged me, he caught me off guard, my hands dangled in between us. He hugs so tight, I couldn't move my arms. He laughed, "your hand is close to my cock." I laughed, forcing my hands away, not at all wanting to. He always speaks his mind, never sugar coating his words.
He rubbed my back as he hugged me, I said my back felt sore, then he scratched it when I said his rubbing made it itch. I had to leave, my panties became soaked. Why didn't he move my hand to his cock? Show me what I really believe he wants.
Why isn't he here now? I showered when I got home, my teasing orgasm from him just hugging me left me feeling dirty. I don't know why it did, was it because I was stealing his love for me as a friend? Turning in into my sexual release?
In my bed, naked, wishing he was here, holding me, loving me. My hands feel what I wish he would feel, my body, all of it. I'm crying, sobbing as I touch, rub, finger, orgasm after orgasm take me. Is he at home? Cumming? Thinking of her?
My toy enters me, filling myself, really believing its him. It feels so good, empty, but good. His body on mine, skin touching skin, deeper he thrusts, steady, now faster, harder! I'm cumming, my whispers go unanswered. He should be moaning with me, fucking me, cumming inside me, on my body, in my mouth, I would let him do whatever he wants.
I have to change my sheets, their soaked. I would cum a whole lot more if he was really inside me, kissing me as he invaded my pussy. Why doesn't he? Why doesn't he want to kiss me? Hold me? Fuck me like I want him to? Be with me, please. I know why, because he loves her, that lucky bitch!