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some how i got a bright idea to squeeze down to see him between our fucked up schedules. i thought this will beat waiting two weeks and it’s worth it, right?
all week i counted down the days and as my mind likes to, thought of all the nasty things i was going to be doing with him. i had a butt plug to test and i was bringing the Njoy Eleven down. oh yes, i think and plan out sex like a stupid bitch plans out valentine’s day.
Friday has come, i am beat from drinking the night before and i am dragging ass all day long. i drive down during rush hour traffic and it’s warm. trudge into his room and pass out for a nap. precious time is being taken up with eating, cleaning and a meeting. we finally meet in the bed near midnight and i was going to write off the sex because we were so beat. we manage to fuck and yes it was good, it’s always good. i was hoping he would pull the plug out and use it on me but i don’t think guys think like that when fucking.
we fall asleep.
it’s the morning and i find myself molesting him in his sleep. an alarm goes off he twists to turn it off and puts my hand back on his hard on. i’m thinking, mmmm morning sex. then the phone rings and that’s it. i don’t get to suck cock, i don’t get the pain i am craving, i don’t get to fuck again and no three fingers inside my cunt. game over.
since then i have been a goddamn mess, masturbating up to 11 orgasms Saturday night and masturbating this afternoon. i am in heat and i need to fuck.
in short, quickies and me don’t get along unless there is much more sex to be had within hours of the quickie.
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