Where did you go, my love? I awoke and reached across to you but your side of the bed was empty you left without a kiss, or promise of when you will return and I was so horny in need of your cock leaving me no choice but to ask: where the fuck did you go?
There was nothing left of you aside from your perfume. You didn’t even bother to drop me a note, letting me know that you had a wonderful time last night. What kind of selfish attitude is that?
Yes, we fucked.
Sure, it was a one-night stand—these sort of things aren’t meant to last—the least thing you could have done was grade me on how much you enjoyed my company before you split.
I’m horny right now, and sure could have used some good fucking dick! You’re so fucking selfish, I wish you were here so I’d hurl my fucking pillow and a tea cup at you. Fucker!
Where’s my fucking wand vibrator, anyway? A good thing I’ve got one of those to keep busy whenever there isn’t a dick available to fuck. Just let me plug the shit in . . . yeah, there we go . . . works like a charm, and it never disappoints. You didn’t disappoint last night, but I’m grading you a capital ‘F’ for the dumb-fuckery you pulled today. If there’s ever a genuine reason for bitches like me to hate asshole men like yourself, this would be it.
I sure won’t mind stopping any random fellow out in the street right now to finish where you left off. If it weren’t for fucking COVID, I’d march back to the bar where we met last night and hope to find someone genuine and capable enough to stretch me out. I’d have him bury his dick and balls inside me, and make sure he bust his nut deep. I had you wear a condom last night, but I’d let him fuck me bareback.
Hell, if Superman flew to my window right now, I’d fuck the ‘S’ out of his chest. See if I won’t!
Uuhhh . . . Uuhhh . . . OOhhhh yeah, the vibrator feels so fucking good on my pussy! You see what you’ve got me doing now? I’m usually not into touching myself, but you know what they say about desperate times.
I bet you wish you were here fucking this pussy, instead of rushing out to wherever. I’ll bet you want to go see some other honey of yours, right? There’s no fucking way you’re gonna me that you left for work—it’s a fucking Saturday!
This is going to sound clichéd, but I knew he was the one the instant we kissed. Don’t ask me how, and please don’t bother about the why. When it comes to Love, there is not why or how; there’s just this.
Never would I have thought that I would be having such a wonderful feeling as this. I’ve had my share of broken hearts, and I’ve cried and gotten stronger from each relationship that ended. Maybe I was seeking something way bigger than my expectations with each lover I had.
Who knows, and who fucking cares.
With Stanley, there’s something self-assured about him that I know he desires me as I do if him, too. Whenever I’m in his presence, I feel myself turning into those enchanted thoughts of my dreams of being a cute princess in search of her one, true love. Who would have thought that years after becoming a woman that such cravings have stayed with me since.