Navigating the Ups and Downs of Desire

Black Licorice. Lonely Won’t Leave Me Alone. It’s pure torture. But this feeling exists either way. It’s not the torture where my asscheeks appear plum pulp red after an open palm naked slap. That daddy slap. It’s the mental torture….the intense agony I feel after reading text directly following the post passion hot moments. Thank The stress is too much. I love the moments but the let downs burn. I want that knob. The pleasure of your e-v-e-r-y touch, I crave. Your eyes and your distant stare as you move to my lovely right-most plump pocket. The motion just barely shifts as I beg you to finger my pussy while you’re pounding my ass. Also fuckin professional cock layer, aka my personal ON Grey. That is, until the first time I say, I’m busy. Can someone tell me why, why if I’m such a great time each and every time. If your toes curled and your sexy asshole got wet from such excellent performance, would you constantly degrade and disrespect your friend? I have an extremely busy schedule and can’t divide my time the way he craves it! It’s a turn off. . . When I want to be turned on. For me, I long each day to crave the crevices in his manhood just touching leaving prints all over the walls of my pink bush. When I finally see him, it’s just that much more intense and dramatic and full. More meaningful. So, much so, I’m probably going to fuck him again.