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The doc is calling less and less lately. It seems that in the colder countries they know how to keep their guests warm. The first days we tried phone sex, I even sent him a few naked pics that i made with the camera on my Nokia. He played it as it being inspiring, but obviously watching and listening can’t be compared to touching. I don’t miss him as much as I miss his cock. The hard fucking, in general, would do me good in this endless Fall rain. Even shopping trips are not interesting nowadays.

I spend hours in front of the computer, wondering how long will it take before I get enough of the douche bags bragging about their size and stamina, while they’re actually waiting for their wives to go to their hairdressers, so they can jerk off to some woman that doesn’t even know how to cook, but tells them whatever they want to hear. At first it was fun to watch how my words make them beg me to continue (as if I’m being the man here, fucking picks), then they lose a few minutes, until they erase all traits of their screen pollution, before their wives get back home. I felt like the master of their dreams. One of them even aroused me by showing me his hard on with his web camera and when he started to cum and sprout all over it, I even got this tiny, weak orgasm. Then later when I saw him face to face, I understood that perspective lies. I now know that all losers are voyeurs, jerk offs and when they need to prove themselves their dicks shrink like snails.

The only thing that still entertains me is that young guy, that’s confident that he’s going to fuck me and talks about it, as if it has already happened. He’s really fucking me, but I haven’t confessed it yet. Its for the first time ever that a man brings me on my nails with a single word. Whatever he’s talking about (and he’s talking about many things), its like he’s shoving his cock in my pussy all the way up to my brain (or is it the other way around?). I act cool, but its like he can see my hand, squeezed between my hips and while typing about Al Pacino and that movie „Scent of a Woman“, out of nowhere he throws something like „fuck me, I can smell you from here“. It’s OK, at least he can’t hear me while like a wet kitten, and my fingers shove so deep down my pussy, like they want to turn it inside out.

Maybe I’m damaged from loneliness and cold, but I agreed to meet him. And if it turns, that he has only been acting like a man, I will fuck him. But in a way, that I’ll squeeze out all of his confidence of a presumptuous wise guy, that chats to a bunch of pussies and throws them back with his language instead of his dick.

Its a war, kid! Mama’s hungry for meat, be prepared, and if you’re not well armed she’s going to eat you up, all the way…