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No Use I invited him over. I had the room for or four more hours, and I was hurt and sad so when he messaged me, I seized the opportunity. He told me to be naked when he got there. I was already naked, so I threw the comforter across part of my body and lay there, casually playing with my phone. He strode through the door, walked to the bed, pulled the blanket away from my body, and spanked me unceremoniously. It reminded me of how I spanked you, only his hand was bigger and made a much greater impact than I made on your tight little backside. He told me to roll over, and I did as I was told. His mouth immediately came down on my hardened nipples. His body hovered over mine. He squeezed and groped, sometimes just shy of viciously. I wished you were here. I missed you in those moments, your mouth, the sounds you made as you worshipped my body. He ordered me to spread my legs. He already knew I’d be wet. Nipple play always gets me excited. He put his face near my pussy but he only used his hands. My body responded dutifully. My heart ached for you. He was already hard, but he had me suck him for a moment or . And then he placed a condom on his cock and had get back on my belly, my hips in the air. I teared up when he entered . Where were you, I wondered. Why had you left alone in that room? Why hadn’t you returned? Oh, the sex was fun, and he was really good talk throughout, pointing out how wet I was, how tight I was, twisting and contorting for maximum pleasure and long pauses that kept him from cumming too soon. It bolstered my self esteem, suddenly wavering after your apparent rejection of . And all the while, I told myself I was entitled. I am every bit as free as you are. And if you had only stayed, it would have been your cock in . I wish you had stayed. Afterwards, he and I lay there and talked for a while. I longed for you message me. You didn’t. You still haven’t. Will you ever? Where did you go? When he left, I lay there in the bed for a little while longer, pondering whether allowing him come had dulled the ache caused by your seeming abandonment. Oh, it made me feel slutty and desirable and justified, but it didn’t make me miss you any less. I wished you were here. Have I mentioned that already? Will you ever return ? Will it ever be and you in a bed together again? Or will I have to continue to seek replacements that feel good but leave me wanting you all the more? |
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