Craving

What the hell, I’m like a crack head leper and I’m tweaking hard, and desperate for his affection. It isn’t his fault, outside of coming out of the bedroom after his shower in only his night pants and smelling like the Irish and Italian stallion he is. I can’t even articulate the craving, but I want to carve this walking bar of Irish Spring with my fucking teeth. It’s ridiculous, really; the simplest details about him are making me squishy, and if I could, I’d be sporting the biggest boner. With whatever you call those muscles between his shoulders and his hunky neck, to those god damn dimples which are framed by a very short beard that I wish I could soak as well, all the way to those deep baby blues that turn any place into a bedroom, holy shit, I really need to kick this cold and get over this curse of womanhood that would have been cock blocking me even if I weren’t sick. Thank you for letting me vent my craving and pent-up frustrations, and hopefully for your well wishes for a speedier recovery.

I’m starting to hope that what they say is true about remembering how to ride a bike. How fucking spoiled am I? It has only been two weeks since she got sick, but I’m afraid for both our safety because of how backed up I feel, or if I’ll even be able to remember my lines. I’m missing her kisses more than anything, and I hate seeing her suffer and being unable to help. Just when she was starting to feel better, she was slammed with her period, but ever the optimist, I’m thinking it’s better to kill two birds with one stone. My craving gets more manageable the longer I have to deal, but not being able to kiss her and shower her with my needy affection while she is under quarantine isn’t something I can take much longer. Plus if she doesn't stop walking around nekkid like a fucking waitress carrying an all-you-can-eat platter…The time of reckoning is coming, but honestly, I just want her to feel better, and I think I know just the thing: Patience.

He has been getting increasingly darker with his moods and not his normal optimistic self. His energy is taking a bad turn, and I think I know just what he needs, but he won’t let me on the playground until I’m feeling better. He is really down on humanity and is facing some changes at work, and I’m afraid that if he doesn’t have an outlet soon that he might implode. Plus, if I don’t get some of that yum yum lovin' myself, I fear that we might become America’s next Natural Born Killers. How spoiled I am, and it doesn’t help that I get to look at him nekkid, from his cute, tight ass and those muscular thighs that cradle my delectable babies, all the way to that smirk that makes you want to teach him a lesson. I want to all right, I want to climb his abs and over his masculine pecks like a monchichi, just so that I can straddle those fucking dimples while looking into those anywhere blues. All right, I might need to rub one out here soon. He is so bad to have hanging around when trying to curb my craving, and don’t get me started on his curve. Shit, battery-operated just won’t do now; I might have to bring out the big guns.

I sit on the bench under a hot shower, and I’m soaping up my thick, growing cock while trying to stay off Armageddon. I’m thinking about lying between her soft thighs and grinding my cock at her pearly gates while we tease each other with playful kisses. She is panting all the dirty things she wants me to do, and it is the kind of stuff that she might not truly want, but she knows it makes us both crazy just to say it. She whispers to me what she wants to do with all our fingers and everywhere they don’t belong. I sit back in the shower, yielding my cock with two hands like a heavy sword, and I decide to punish myself by saving it for a rainy day. I come out of the shower, and she is already Nyquil’d out when I crawl into bed next to her, and I just pet her hair while she snores like a sweet little Pug. She reaches out in her sleep from her cocoon to hold onto my hand, and I just continue to appreciate her as her beautiful lips smile and she mumbles, “You’re my whole world, baby”. I manage to reach back to turn out the light without losing her grip, and we fall asleep to dream about what we already have……and about what we will do. What dreams will come when craving?

Happy Hump Day!!