It’s been 4 days, 3 hours and 2 minutes ago since our last conversation. I understand that he has work and stuff to deal with outside our relationship but I don’t understand how he can last a day without fucking me or at least talk to me. This waiting game is making me ache for him more and it’s getting under my skin.
I sighed with frustration as I throw my phone on the bed and lay down. My body is screaming for his touch, his voice, and how he handles me. As I replay last week’s happening on my mind, I felt my pussy get wet. I know very well that he doesn’t want me to touch myself, let alone having sex with another man. I wanted him so badly, I thought of something to catch his attention. I quickly redownload reddit app, which is where we found each other. He made me delete it the first time we meet, saying, “You’re only mine, Angel, mine” as he chokes me hard, enough for me to let out a tiny gasp. He really made it clear that I was only his, but now I am about to disobey him.