They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, bit I will never agree. Absence makes the pissy wetter, makes the breast tender and swollen from lack of care, makes the lips chapped from lack of kisses and nibbles and drains the soul.
Absence makes me horny.
"f**k! I miss my man!!!" I said out loud as I grasped the bedsheets, my back arching, legs shaking, breath shaky.
Holding my vibrator right against my c**t, I squeezed my eyes closed and imagined Larry here with me, his fingers rubbing small, torturous circles around my c**t, his breath in my ear, his stubble tickling my neck.
All those small sensations that I missed for the last ten months he’d been gone in the military.
Pressure rose in my core, and I let out a soft moan, pinching my n****e between my fingers. God, I wanted not
