When I walk into my room, regardless why I am in there. I think about you. I feel lonely. I feel deserted. I feel abandoned without you.
I want your warm body next to mine. I want to know that I have you always. Regardless where you may be. I want to feel whole, complete, and know you will be here with me.
When I lay in my bed at night, I lay and close my eyes. I'm compelled to think about you. This makes me feel close to you. I begin to touch myself. My hands are your hands. Caressing my body. Touching my breasts. Touching my pussy. Thinking you are the one touching me. I begin to touch myself. I imagine looking into your eyes. Showing you how your pleasuring touch makes me feel. I imagine your lips. I imagine how they feel on my soft warm skin. I imagine how they glide across my breasts, while your touch on my pussy has me feeling bumps all over my body. My little hairs on my body stand straight up with joy. My mouth opens. Gliding my tongue over my lips while I am feeling horny.
When my body trembles with excitement, I open my eyes and realize you are not there. You are not the one touching me. I feel so lonely without you. Where are you and when will you be here?
Sorry, Lancelot, I know when you will be here. Silly me. It will be soon. I know it, I feel it. I need patience. But until then I will continue to feel lonely in my room.
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