In the absence of a dick this
evening I have been spending my time fingering myself and working my way through my
collection of sex toys. I feel bad-tempered, fat and unreasonable, and despite
all of my efforts at self-gratification, all I really want is a cock in my
pussy. I even sent Ted a text in my desperation to ask when exactly he’d be
coming home.
It was a delightful surprise
to discover that he’d landed at Heathrow at 8.45. I spoke to him while he was
still in Arrivals and told him that I need him to come to my place this evening
because in in the middle of my period and as horny as Hell.
I’m not going to dress nicely,
put on any sexy lingerie or anything like that. When his taxi turns up I shall
still be in my bathrobe and probably wearing one of the pairs of Nana’s Christmas
knickers. I won’t be acting coquettishly or flirt with him, but I will take him
to bed and fuck him all night.
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