High and....Well...Not Dry.

I asked him to write a description of what it is like to get head from me, because it is a thing we both love. And, well, I'm a little vain about it.

He complied and I have just read, and re-read it three times. Somehow he manages to capture the bestial, savage, loving deed it is between us. I am going to try to convince him to let me post it here.

Anyway, I'm stuck here at the computer with an unbreachable distance between us today. All the fluid in my body has migrated you know where. Dammit. Dammit. Even though we were together for a time last night, it is not enough anymore.