ChristySub Posted May 8, 2023 Posted May 8, 2023 I lie in a cold empty bed and stare at the place next to me where you once lay. With tears threatening to fall I turn over and curl up into a ball, feeling lost and alone. I smile at the memory of your arms around me, spooning me, making me feel safe and loved. Your palm spread over my stomach as your other hand teases my breasts and the nipples. You pull me closer, the memory of your hard cock hitting the base of my back. I move my ass so the memory can move down, giving you access to tease me more. The hand on my stomach moves down to my wet pussy, my own hand mimicking the memory. I moan softly as fingers enter me and roll onto my back. The memory of you climbs ontop of me and enters me, my fingers trying in vain in replicate the feeling of you, my other hand playing with my clit as you thrust hard into me. I can feel my orgasm building and let my body shudder, no one to tell me I can't cum yet. The silence is overwhelming, no sweet words uttered to me, no one telling me I'm a good slut. As my orgasm subsides the tears fall from my eyes. I miss my sir
ut**** Posted May 8, 2023 Posted May 8, 2023 Love will come and go... sometimes the memory keros us warm.. Stay tough. *** is temporary. Scars alwayz heal.
MetalMaster Posted May 8, 2023 Posted May 8, 2023 Well said. This rings true for me as well, as a man, from the other point of view.
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