Unlike some of my past confessions, this one may be a repeat offender.

Althiugh married, I feel nothing of the sort. Less than roommates, and I know roommates.

BUT- after turning my energy toward more creative and sexual outlets. I stumbled upon a needle in the haystack. This man, is nothing short of the word. ALL man and a lot of it. I lust after his photos and rare call hearing his voice. Almost like a knee jerk reaction, I’m wet. His face. That grin. That… absolutely rock hard cock.

I wanted it. Now I feel that my body is more than lusting for this to be physical.. it’s in my head daily. When I touch myself, I imagine him pulling my hair while I feel his giant dick pound into me from behind. Writing this almost has the same affect, I can almost feel him. I wanted to. Now I need to.