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Wishing you were here to fuck her.

Already it feels like a long day. Recovering from the work week, I spent most of the morning cleaning, organizing and tying up loose ends at the apartment. I see the sun outside, but at this moment I can’t even go outside until I at least try and clean up.

There’s nothing wrong with finally showering at four o’clock in the evening, is there? I stand there and let the warm water relax my body. Still tense from the long work week, I relax and close my eyes. I start to shampoo my hair, and as I massage the shampoo into my scalp, I start to think…not about what I still have left to clean, or meeting to enter into my planner, or what I need to add to the grocery list, but instead—I think about you. I remember how great last night felt; sometimes there’s nothing better than you shooting a nice load of cum into my mouth. I already miss your perfect body, I miss your sexy shoulders and your smile and of course, your nice dick.

She finds herself masturbating in class.

“**All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.**”

I sat there during fourth period, which dragged on longer than I could have possibly wanted it to, and thoughts of sexual desire began to distract my attentions. They came from nowhere in particular, the lecture being a rather uninteresting discussion about European history.

I began to imagine myself naked, lying on my bedroom floor, itching for the touch of a lover. I’m in fourth period and I can’t help but think of things erotic, my body beginning to call at me. It had been two weeks at least since I’d last had my taste of sexual pleasure, since I had last been with a man.

You never know what a blinddate will give you.

Gap was walking down the street of sandstone houses, looking for the right number where he was supposed to go. His friend had thought it was time for him to get out and see someone after almost a year since his girlfriend left him, so he had set up a blinddate. Gap remembered what Pint had told him about the girl.

“She’s very good-looking, fairly tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s a bit flat on the front, but she’s got nice ass-ets. She works in a grocery store and loves music. She’s a bit shy around people she doesn’t know except if she can meet them at her place. I think it’s something to do with the security of known surroundings. She’ll be good for you.”

You do it as he suggests.

Self-consciously you sit down on the edge of the bed. This feels strange, but you did promise. You reach behind and unclasp your bra. Slowly you let it fall from your breasts. Not in an effort to be sexy, but more absent-mindedly. Your mind is elsewhere, on things to come.

You push the duvet away and lay on the bed. You close your eyes and stretch out. Your arms reaching up the wall. You are tired; you could lie back and let yourself drift off. No, you made a promise and the soft focus of your drowsy mind is quite sexy.

Claire learns to cum in front of her man.

I’m nudged out of a deep slumber by your clever mouth that is gently kissing its way up my leg. It’s so gentle I can barely feel it. Its more the sensation of the moisture from your lips as it cools from your breath. Simultaneously I roll my head, open my eyes and lift a hand to try and see and feel what is happening. I gasp in surprise when I find I can’t see anything other than purple haze and my hand is halted in its movement.

I feel your mouth stop in its gentle ministrations and I ask “Hmm what’s going on?”