I had another two girly wet dreams last night. So naturally I can't stop thinking about sex for the rest of the day.
I just need to be thrown down and fucked like nothing else matters.
One dream was about the ex I met with last night. The other was about a family friend I used to have a crush on when I was young.
I am feeling pretty lonely tonight. Horny as fuck, still, that didn't subside all day. But also just needing some companionship. I have been couped up at home the past couple of days, so that isn't helping.
I am feeling pretty lonely tonight. Horny as fuck, still, that didn't subside all day. But also just needing some companionship. I have been couped up at home the past couple of days, so that isn't helping.
I also really want to contact the guy I met up with yesterday, but I don't want to come on too strongly- particularly seeing as I got the impression he wants something more serious than I do. Also I'm not really too sure what I want, either- other than to be nailed to my mattress by a good, hard dick.
This frustration is driving me mad. I just need to go out and meet people and let loose. But I have so many other commitments at home and with study and work that I just can't for the next few days.
I just want a booty call. Living at home, that's not so easy.
I really shouldn't contact Person 1 though, should I? Not so soon, anyway... These days everyone's so connected that I'm just waiting for him to appear on Facebook. I guess I should just wait it out, but I don't even know what I'm waiting for.
I hope my other ex does show up on Monday night to hang out, even just to boost my confidence. I did feel a lot better about myself after meeting Person 1 yesterday. It wasn't a very flirtatious encounter, but he did pay for coffee, and slipped in a little comment about how he likes my smile...
When I was younger, I had a fantasy. It involved me being alone at home, and the doorbell ringing. A man would come in to fix my TV, but I'd tell him the TV didn't need fixing. He'd proceed to lightly kiss my neck, and pull me towards me with his hands around my waist. We'd passionately kiss and get naked with an absolute urgency. I'd jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, and he'd carry me to my room and throw me down on my bed with force. We'd then proceed to fuck furiously and loudly. He'd hold me down while he fucked me, and he'd command me to play with my clit while he watches me squirm with his dick inside me. He'd wait for me to cum- a long, hard, deeply intense orgasm- and then he'd flip me over and fuck me from behind, cumming inside me with such force that I can hear him moan and feel his muscles spasm.
Then we'd collapse in a heap on my bed. His boss would call his phone, and he'd have to leave in a hurry, but we'd make an unspoken agreement that my 'TV' would need fixing a few more times in the near future.
This frustration is driving me mad. I just need to go out and meet people and let loose. But I have so many other commitments at home and with study and work that I just can't for the next few days.
I just want a booty call. Living at home, that's not so easy.
I really shouldn't contact Person 1 though, should I? Not so soon, anyway... These days everyone's so connected that I'm just waiting for him to appear on Facebook. I guess I should just wait it out, but I don't even know what I'm waiting for.
I hope my other ex does show up on Monday night to hang out, even just to boost my confidence. I did feel a lot better about myself after meeting Person 1 yesterday. It wasn't a very flirtatious encounter, but he did pay for coffee, and slipped in a little comment about how he likes my smile...
When I was younger, I had a fantasy. It involved me being alone at home, and the doorbell ringing. A man would come in to fix my TV, but I'd tell him the TV didn't need fixing. He'd proceed to lightly kiss my neck, and pull me towards me with his hands around my waist. We'd passionately kiss and get naked with an absolute urgency. I'd jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, and he'd carry me to my room and throw me down on my bed with force. We'd then proceed to fuck furiously and loudly. He'd hold me down while he fucked me, and he'd command me to play with my clit while he watches me squirm with his dick inside me. He'd wait for me to cum- a long, hard, deeply intense orgasm- and then he'd flip me over and fuck me from behind, cumming inside me with such force that I can hear him moan and feel his muscles spasm.
Then we'd collapse in a heap on my bed. His boss would call his phone, and he'd have to leave in a hurry, but we'd make an unspoken agreement that my 'TV' would need fixing a few more times in the near future.
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