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SSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! That’s what I want to say when I touch myself knowing how HOT I feel. What I need is a long hose, filled with something wet to put this fire out. But where in the world was I going to find it? Not in this town!! I’ve been here for almost two years and have yet to meet a single man in my age group. TWO YEARS!! It’s a good thing I have friends in other places or I’d surely have climbed the walls by now.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt a wet, warm tongue caress my nipples and continue a path southward toward my honey pot. It’s been too LONG
since the little man in the boat toppled over because that same wet, warm tongue lapped its way into my love canal. It’s BEEN too long since a hot, wet, warm mouth engulfed my labia and insinuated it’s tongue around my clitoris. But, more than that, it’s been TOO long since the fire in my passion box was extinguished. It’s been so long, I don’t even remember the last time it happened. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I’ll remember what to do when the opportunity presents itself.