I have so much to get done this week and it’s late, so I should really be in bed. However, since I’m up, the responsible thing would be to do something that would help ease the chaos this week will bring. But that’s next to impossible because I desperately need a fix from Yang.
So, I’m thinking about…
Yang’s cock…touching, holding, licking, sucking, rubbing my fingers up and down, over and around the head, the feel of it in my mouth, on my face, bringing him to the point of eruption and then backing off so that I can do it all over again.
His voice…I want to talk to him, know what he’s thinking, hear his voice telling me explicitly what he wants to do to me, what he wants me to do to him.
Fucking Yang…I want him inside of me, long, hard, passionate, without inhibitions, without end.
His body…next to mine, fitting me perfectly, so close that I feel as though I’m melting into him.
