Well, how does one go about this kind of post without sounding like a total self-absorbed guy? Answer: I guess you don’t.
I can’t help it though. It’s just the hottest thing to me to know that some lady thousands of miles away is getting horny from the things that come out of my mind, put into words via my iPhone.
Usually, it entails me describing how I eat pussy, suck it, finger it, and fuck it (I think I made a rhyme), all coupled with my dumb sarcasm (refer to rhyming skills).
Oh, Miss Touchy, you drive me crazy. You open your little app, slide your hand inside your panties, and touch. You dirty little girl.
Just close your eyes for me.
I like to imagine it’s my hand. Will you imagine, with me? Will you pretend it’s my fingers?
Right over your clit, nice wet firm circles, staying at it until the hips thrust inward and outward and inward again, knees bending toward each other, for that jolt that hits you from your abdomen to your toes.
I’m good with my words sometimes, aren’t I? I’m better with my fingers though, wouldn’t you agree?
Touch. Touch that wetness.
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