His

It’s the middle of the night and mosquitoes woke me. Last night you and her ‘fought’ though it’s impossible to really fight with you. 

I opened your phone curious how you ended the day with her. Somehow there is always something to open my pain back up. This time I found it in the form of an open tab on google. ‘Eye contact blowjob’. 

Why is this imagine sexy to you when I am not? Loving, breathing, loving me? 

I wonder if you came and how you cleaned it up. 

I want to cry. 

I hope tomorrow I’ll be able to hide my resentment. 

This morning he told me he’s talking to someone new, an older women, married. 

I’m not sure how I fell about it. At least she’s not someone who can weasel her way in to my life like his sub did (she’s getting a tooth pulled today and I admit I enjoy her pain a bit). 

I made it clear to him I don’t want him having anything to do with this new women but I do admit some of the old spark is there. The curiosity, the jealousy.

Ultimately will I help him if he arranges a meeting? Cleaning and preparing him? 

Of course I will...

Things seem to be looking up a bit, I still have to push my sexual desires far back but I have some new hope. 

to touch myself and sleep three more hours.. 

He will fuck me like his wifey / baby / slut / lover 

Pray for me 

Has anyone here ever been gang banged? Something that will probably stay a fantasy for me but I’m curious..

wifey xox 

It was so good to sleep together 

Just to feel your body 

To drift off to dreamland on your arms 

I wish it could be like that always 

At the sea 

She touches you gently 

My insides are screaming 

I want to dive in and never come out 

I feel like I’m drowning anyway 

In the fantasy world of my mind we wake up together 

I am the little spoon 

You push your morning erection in to me and just stay 

‘Good morning baby’ 

It happened once 

Long ago when I was pretty and subservient 

Will it even happen again? 

I want to touch myself when I think about you, all of this sadness makes me warm.  

Wondering when you will fuck me next makes me blush. 

Counting the months you haven’t been in my my mouth. In my pussy. 

I miss you, and it makes me wet.