An itch I can’t scratch …
(m) fantasizing about ex (f) relationship status: on a minimal communication break …
This is an interactive fantasy…so if you have a vibrator, preferably remote then stick it into yourself and then whenever you read the words trigger, or button. Press along with the story.
P.s. to whoever will read this … I write this continuously over a period of time whenever I get aroused… I begin to write as soon as I feel blood pumping…
I touch and edge myself to the thought of her neck, sweat scent, clavicles, hip indentations, fingers, stomach lines and rib cage, back dimples, Shapely thick thighs, calves, her foot arch and toes, her succulent vivacious, voluptuous face suffocating ass and her beautiful wet flower …
Her plush skin taught, pink freckled flesh her naught fairy existence …
Months have passed and my entire body screams with a tingling sensation equivalent to a thousand hairs standing up on the back of your neck when I think of any attribute or characteristic of her, my body is immediately entrapped in a shock wave of silent and repetitive pulsating vibration I can feel spit in my mouth begin to collect underneath my tongue.