Month: Oct 2025

December 2024

I don’t hear from him for a week, he had already set up a night at his house with me when his wife is away before we saw each other in November, so when I don’t hear from him after his scan, I automatically catastrophise – as I said I would, that he has gotten bad news & went into surgery – then won’t remember me or is unable to message me. But he finally comes back online & says that he had the scan & didn’t get the results yet so it can’t be that bad, that I start to relax about this diagnosis.

His wife is away both Friday & Saturday, I have my work Christmas party on Friday night but I don’t hear from him, expecting that he stalked my snapchat location & saw that I was in the city, so he didn’t bother to message me, not even the whole day even though she’s away. On Saturday I finally hear from him asking if I am free tonight, which of course I am.

He hasn’t said if he’s coming to me or if I am going to his house, I gather that she has just gone away without the kids so I say that I assume I’ll be going to him & that we’ll fuck on the deck again, I ask if I need areogard & he says “I lit some candles for you so you should be good.” I say “awww that’s sweet” & get ready to leave. He says, “its romantic unintentionally” Which I am so stupid – I just was thinking that he remembered that I was bitten last time & so he was lighting candles to stop that, not that it would be a romantic setting or that he was trying to be romantic, that I am reminded that this man loves me still. No man is lighting citronella candles & mozzie coils when they invite a random over to their house to fuck outside, unless they care. Even just a little.

I get to his house & let him know I am there. He meets me at the front door, & he says that it’s good the dogs didn’t bark. I kiss him as I try to walk inside, he grabs my waist pulling me back against him saying “I got hard just kissing you” – I am fine with this obviously, I reach back to grab his cock & tell him so.

We head outside & he’s got the tv on this time playing music & a few candles plus a mosquito coil burning. It’s like he’s been out here setting up as the couch thing we fucked on last time, as its seemingly covered in a blanket ready for us. He kisses me for a few minutes & fingers me, telling me I am so wet… He takes his shorts off & lays down, I am actually cold being it’s been so hot the last few days & now tonight it’s under 20 degrees but he tells me I will warm up soon & don’t need to take off the cardigan.

One of the things I love about when his dick is inside me, is that we talk… Is that normal? Do other people have normal conversations while fucking? Don’t get me wrong it’s not a ‘pick up the milk’ type conversation but it’s not always sexy talk – but general chit chat. I have no idea if this is usual cos I haven’t had a proper boyfriend that I felt comfortable to talk to during sex, even to tell them what I want. Mostly we do talk about sexy things & what we’re doing or what we want to do to each other, so things like him getting hard as I walk in the door or when I said that I had a nice view (meaning the scenery) & he said his was better one because I was on top of him fucking him, so I unbutton my cardigan & pop my tits out & he says exactly what I hope he will say that his view just got better.

I cum on top of him & then he moves to get on top of me, but pulls my knees apart & sucks my clit – he is good at this, don’t get me wrong, I always enjoy it – I don’t always cum from it but I always like it, but sometimes, like tonight, he gets it so fucking right that I can’t handle it. I am almost screaming out… Then he slips his fingers in & I can’t control it, I am squirting everywhere, so much so that I am squirting all over myself & I even get some on my face, before he puts his mouth back on my clit & I cum gyrating my hips into his mouth.

I fall to the side & he slides in behind me & fucks me sideways from behind. We talk about the tv & the fact he has cum on his beard. I start to rub my clit but he takes over & I cum so hard that I don’t even know where that orgasm came from, it was out of the blue & he kept going, that I say “I can’t see” he freaks for a split second before he realises that my eyes have gone blurry… How can this man still make my eyes go blurry after all these years.

He gets on top of me this time, fucking me – there aren’t a lot of moments with Marvel that I am reminded he loved me (probably still loves me in some way) but when I say something about him not fucking me for months (as a bit of a exaggeration joke) he reminds me that he fucks me monthly & the last time was two weeks ago. I continue this joke of it being so long since we fucked that he says something that makes me believe that he keeps track of how often we fuck, not quite like I do in this journal blog, but he remembers that it’s monthly… It reminds me that he cares in some way – maybe I am naive, maybe he just likes my vagina, but I’m pretty sure that he likes more than that – even after all this time.

It makes him fuck me harder, maybe to shut me up, maybe because he’s close, but he cums inside me, getting quickly off me & lays next to me where we chat. I can barely move my legs that I tell him he has to carry me to the car – not that I mean it but fuck I really don’t think my legs will work. I sit on the edge of the couch & he gets up & gets dressed sitting in a chair next to me, when he asks me what I think of the new Linkin Park stuff – they have just appointed a new lead singer who is a chick. I tell him that I like their new stuff with her but she can’t replace Chester & shouldn’t be singing their other songs as I don’t think she can pull it off – just my opinion though, which pretty much mirrors his opinion.

One other thing that that stands out that night, is that I have a drink bottle bag & I took it with my water because it fits my keys & phone in the front pocket, knowing that we were going to be outside, I didn’t want to lose anything on the decking – decking usually has gaps in it for the wood to move. I’m not really sure why but he brings up my drink bottle twice. Does he repeat things because he is nervous & doesn’t want an awkward silence? Or does he repeat things because I don’t give him the response he wanted – which is the reason why I repeat things, I want a certain reaction & I don’t get it, so I repeat it.

When I leave, I expect a message on the way home, but do you know what I’ve realised, I wait for him to message almost every time after we fuck. I am stubborn so I drive home & sleep without a message from the man who just made me cum so many times that I struggled to stand. He messages a little the next day when I say that I slept so well last night. I remind him a week later when he comes back online that he was supposed to carry me to the car. He says that I got to the car just fine, I ask how he would even know he didn’t watch me. “One minute you’re lighting candles so I don’t get bitten, next minute you may as well just push me down the stairs…” He says that he has his nice moments. But then he doesn’t come back online for another 2 weeks, then it’s the end of the year. I don’t hear from him again in 2024.

#IBD4U

November 2024

I have a plan for our sex today, I’d talked about what I wanted to do, I wanted to frustrate him because he didn’t kiss me when he got into my car at his house last time, so I want to tease him & frustrate him & not kiss him. The last time I saw him, he just got in my car & started barking orders – as I knew he would – about where to park… he didn’t lean over & kiss me, he barely touched me in the car – even though later he tells me that he was hard, he did touch my leg a little. But today, he is in my door not more than 5 seconds & we are kissing, him pressing me hard against the wall, then he gives me shit about telling him I wouldn’t kiss him but I am kissing him back… Fuck you.

I take him to the bedroom & show him my sexy green lingerie that I can pop my tits out of & ask him if he likes it, which he does. I make him sit in the chair & I get out a vibe & tell him because I haven’t tied his hands like I was planning – as I was going to be wearing a dressing gown when he got here & I would’ve used the strap from that to tie his hands together, but I was running late so he was at my house before I was, so we ended up walking in the door together.

In the chair, he is naked & I tell him that he can’t touch his cock & I grab the vibe & climb onto the bed, on my knees & start playing with it, but I tell him that every time he touches his cock, I will stop playing with myself. I start gyrating on the bed with the vibe & he reaches for his cock & I pull away the vibe. (the vibe I have turns off when not on skin contact, so he knows it’s off) he puts his hands back on the chair & I start teasing myself again, I lean back & close my eyes, as I look back at him, he’s swiftly moving his hand off his cock & I ask him if he’s being naughty.

When he says yes, I get up & stand over him with the vibe against me & air fuck my vibe while standing over him which he reaches for my tits, but I can’t stop him because I want it. I want his hands on me & he knows it. I tease him like this until I can take it no more & lower myself on him, but the chair is squeaking so I tell him to get on the bed. I pick the vibe back up & start straddling him with the vibe & he says “not this again” I know he loves it, but he wants to be inside me. I slide down on top of him & he makes a noise like I haven’t heard him make before. I fuck him hard until I am cumming multiple times. Even though it feels like he is close, he doesn’t cum & it’s getting later in the day (I am later than I thought I would be, so we started later) & I am getting tired so I flop down next to him.

I am laying sort of on his chest, we don’t often hug after sex anymore – it’s too lovey dovey, I guess for him – he either doesn’t want to do it for himself or he doesn’t want to do it to give me the wrong idea. Either way he barely touches me when we aren’t having sex but he doesn’t always rush to get up either. I don’t mind, I think it’s good to keep a friendly relationship here but not too friendly. I usually lie close to him but today because of how our bodies fell after sex, I am cuddling him a bit, more on his chest than not. His arms are not on me, his legs are straight out, I am cuddling him but there is no reciprocation. This isn’t unusual if we do cuddle or I do lie on his chest, he doesn’t often put an arm around me or touch me. Not like the old days where our bodies were so intertwined after sex, you couldn’t tell whose limb was whose & he couldn’t stop rubbing my body & tickling my skin. Every now & then his hand will rest on my leg or whatever, but there is no real cuddling, but having said that there is not physical affection, maybe I am dreaming, but I do feel the desired affection that he holds back.

As we lay there, we chat, I am conscious of the time & thinking that I need to do some work but as much as I don’t want to get emotionally involved with this man again (even though I actually am) I am reminded that this is all the affection that I get from any man & that I will lap it up while I can. So as we lay there, I don’t even know how it comes up but I tell him about my dad’s heart attack this weekend– he genuinely asks if dad is ok, showing actual interest in that side of me, maybe he remembers that I am close with my dad & then Marvel tells me that he has a mass on his brain that is a tumour.

It hits me like a ton of fucking bricks – he has a brain tumour? FUCK. What does this mean? Will he die? Honestly, the selfish me, thinks more about me than it does about him. The more he talks, mostly repetitive chatter about how he’s not as well as he thought he was & that he’s lost vision, that his glasses made it worse & that he’s googled the tumour type & read some horror stories about surgeries that makes him worried that he won’t be him after the surgery. It’s a repetitive track of antidotes that he says a couple of times each.

I obviously have a million thoughts, of course I think about him leaving her to be with me because life is short – he’ll want to be with me, right? Will I want him if he’s dying? I also think that if he dies that no one will ever tell me, I may never know. One day I will just be messaging a dead man’s snapchat wondering if he died or just stopped talking to me. I ask if anyone knows about me, which he says they don’t, so I say that I may never know if he dies. For the first time in a long time, he wraps an arm around my shoulder & his legs over my legs saying not to stress that his tumour isn’t cancer, that he’s not going to die.

He says that he will probably have to have some sort of surgery, because he’s had vision loss for a while in one eye & there is a mass behind his eye – so not his brain? Still scary but he says that he’s read a lot of stories, mostly bad ones because I say no one posts the good stories, do they? But he says that some people have changed when they have had surgery, oddly he brings up autism – is that a thing? I mean he has undiagnosed something ,it could be autism, it could be ADHD but there is something there with him that’s for sure.

So what if he has surgery & he does change? Doesn’t recover properly? What if he doesn’t want me anymore? Worse, what if he doesn’t remember me? Doesn’t know me or what we had anymore? I can’t even help but think – what if he does leave her & I finally get my public time with him & he fucking dies on me? Carrie Bradshaw who?! I ask again how I will know anything about what happens to him & he says he’ll tell me, but I remind him that he can’t message me once he’s dead. He squeezed me a bit tighter & said he’s not going to die & that I can read it in the paper when he dies. Um dude, no one reads the obituaries just to see if their married ex-boyfriend who is still their lover has died. So, I tell him that I’m glad he at least told me face to face – because can you imagine how much I would have catastrophised that if he told me via snapchat then logged off for days/weeks at a time. I would have spiralled & thought about him dying, thought about him having surgery & then having memory loss & forgetting me all together.

There are so many questions running through my head – all about me of course… Little miss self-involved.

Will I ever know if he dies?

Will she come find me? To tell me? To rub it in my face?

Why am I thinking at all that this is even about me?

#IBD4U

October 2024

I started a new job finally in mid-September, this is not a flexible job where I can just leave & have sex & make up the time later without asking my boss or at least letting her know my every movement or leave on my lunch break – taking longer & pretending I am at a meeting, then working later that evening like I have been able to do at other jobs, always making up the time. I am chained to the desk & I hate it – not only because I can’t have sex when I want & when he is available, but I am not used to it. I want to be out & about on the road & doing different things. I also hate that the team has a chat & they all say good morning & goodbye everyday – they are all paranoid about not being available on teams. I refuse to partake in this, our boss barely ever works from our office, more often than not working from home at least 3-4 times per week, but we can only work from home once per fortnight & even that is a bit hit & miss, so if she wants to know where I am or when I log on, she can come into the fucking office & see! I am not saying hello & goodbye when the team is right fucking next to me.

Marvel & I luckily caught up in September before I started this job, but after that, I have been genuinely unsure when I will be able to get away to see him again during the day, plus it’s school holidays – he never sees me in the school holidays, in fact he barely talks to me in school holidays, if at all. So, I am surprised at around 9:00pm the night before that he says he can see me tomorrow morning, so I start thinking of excuses to go in to work late, but he says he’ll come to me about 6:00 am. Which of course I jump at because I love morning sex & him sneaking in my bed but he says that it’ll have to be quick – I don’t know how he is going to see me in the morning, I don’t ask, but I assume it’ll be because he’s at the gym before she goes to work then will come to take the kids to school & she goes to work? I don’t know, I don’t care.

I set an alarm for 6:00am, thinking that he’ll get here after 6:00am, but luckily, I randomly wake up at 5:30am to see a message from him 10 minutes ago that he’s on his way. Fuck. That means he’ll be here shortly; lucky I woke up because he is way earlier than I thought he would be. I get up to unlock the door & sort the dogs out, then I jump back into bed, snuggling down into bed knowing I won’t sleep now but wanting to be sleepy when he fucks me – I can’t even remember the last time he snuck into my bed like this. He pulls in my driveway as the sun is rising over the hills at 5:45am.

There is no sneaking in, he’s loud as usual when coming in the front door, the dogs bark but they are in their crates, I hear him walking down the hallway, I know he is getting undressed, so when he slips into bed with me, I expect his boxers to be on, because that’s what he usually does which don’t ever stay on long, but today he has them off when he snuggles into spoon me. I make a comment about him being naked so quickly, he says he doesn’t have long. Fuck I’ve missed that feeling of him in bed with me, naked. Rubbing me all over. Kissing me from behind, with his super minty breath. We have quick, hot, rough, sex where I cum multiple times but as soon as he cums, he gets up quickly, dressing & is out the door by 6:15am. Jeez mate, that really was quick. I mean I have to get up for work anyway, so it’s not like I can hang around all day, but a fucking little cuddle wouldn’t hurt you.

He did tell me at some point, probably while we were fucking – it seems to be the time what we have proper conversations, that he left the kids home in bed as they don’t get up till after 7:00am so he’ll be home before they wake up & take them to school. I’m assuming she left at 5:00am because that would give her time to be in front of him? I don’t know, I don’t ask much about it. God knows what time she starts because she doesn’t work that far away but is in the suburb I grew up & used to always start at 8:00am except when she worked late on Monday nights. So I mean he would have basically had to follow her to work, or did he drop her off? What if she pulled over or forgot something & went home… I don’t know, I don’t care, not my problem! But he messages me when he gets home at 7:10am saying that the kids are still asleep and so I cheekily say that he should’ve fucked me twice. He said he didn’t want to risk it but he would just tell them he went out for bread. I was like, what about when you don’t walk in with a shopping bag, but he logs off without a trace. Shocker.

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I don’t hear from him for another 2 weeks, it’s unlike him to message me later at night on a weeknight that she isn’t working late, it’s usually Mondays, but today is Thursday, its like 7:00pm or so, so not extremely late, when I can only assume that everyone is in bed, at a time he doesn’t normally message, I write back, I always write back – always available. Like a fucking loser. He mentions that his wife is away tonight & I say that he should’ve told me & I could’ve come had sex with him in his driveway. He says that his son doesn’t go to sleep till after 10:00pm, (he’s probably 10 years old?! Shouldn’t he be in bed earlier?!) so I assume it’s a no go, so I don’t press the issue.

Anyway, I am doing lashes, so I am not able to write back quickly but if this is going to happen, then it’s important I write back fairly quickly or he’ll just log off & he won’t talk to me for weeks. To my surprise, he’s keen, constantly replying & I am invited to his house, once he has confirmed that both kids are asleep, I am on my way quicker than I care to admit when he lets me know I can head over. I am in a little summer dress, no underwear so it’s easy access for car sex, that will probably be really quick. I arrive at his house at 10:15pm after sitting at all the red lights for the night roadworks that are frustrating me being that all I want is Marvel inside me. Why does that always happen, when you want to get somewhere the traffic lights just say ‘nup, you ain’t going anywhere!’

Before I leave my house, I had asked where he wants me to park, knowing that he’ll have a fucking conniption about noise or his neighbours seeing me or him. He tells me to not to park in the driveway as it’s gravel & his son’s room in right there. It’s not like I was going to drive the whole way down, just at the top by the road. I doubt it would be that noisy – he lives there so obviously it is noisy, but anyway, I always do as I am told though – fuck knows why.

It’s a humid stormy night, there has been rain, there is a warmth in the air but a cooler breeze. I pull up over his driveway & let him know I am there. He jumps in my car after a minute or so, but doesn’t kiss me, I tell him that his neighbour’s door is wide open & they could probably see us on the road, so he tells me to drive, muttering something about people still being up so late. I ask where we should go, thinking that he wouldn’t want to leave the kids home alone & the fact that if I just pulled in a car length into the driveway, we’d be in the dark from the streetlights because of the trees & it wouldn’t be that loud on the gravel, not like I’m doing a burnout in the fucking gravel.

But I drive around the block & he doesn’t find anywhere suitable, so he says fuck it, we’ll just fuck on his deck outside at his house. I don’t think it’s a good idea, so I keep driving & find a space that I think will be good, but he doesn’t like it, of course, so I keep driving. I mean the funny thing is, this is a man who’s fucked me in a carwash in broad daylight, who’s cable tied me & fucked me over the bonnet of the car at a train station car park & in the car so many times on the side of the road out the front of peoples houses… So, I don’t get why this is so hard to find a place he’s going to be comfortable with, so when he suggests his deck again & I just think, fuck it, I want sex & we could be driving around all night before we find somewhere to fuck. I head to his house, but of course not without him telling me explicitly not to park in the driveway. Okay Marvel, calm yo titties.

The inside of his house looks the same but different. There are some new pieces of furniture, it’s still a mess, untidy & unorganised, not dirty & gross but just a small house with four people living in it. That it’s just a lived in home with too much furniture, I don’t notice much around the house because I am quickly ushered outside on to their new deck. He has recently received some inheritance & they spent it on a semi enclosed deck off the side of their house. It looks good. Even though I have just done a similar (much bigger) at my house a few years ago, I don’t know why I feel a bit jealous. I guess because every time they do something to the house etc, I realise that I am not part of his life in that way, that I have to do all that stuff on my own & I always picture them struggling financially (because of what he told me in affair number 1) so to see this awesome deck with a TV & fridge, all similar to what I did except mine is steel & concrete, makes me a little sad that he continues to live his life with her.

The deck is typical for them, cluttered & unorganised, it matches the inside of the house even though it’s new. There is a BBQ, an outdoor setting, a fridge, a TV, some solar lights & a couch type outdoor furniture, that I ask how many times he’s had sex on – because let’s face it, if this was my renovation, we would have fucked on it multiple times already. He says that he hasn’t & I sort of wish I didn’t ask – I don’t know why I did, because if he said yes, what the fuck would I have said? & I really don’t want to ask questions that make him lie to me.

We kiss once he’s shut the dog inside & made sure that the curtains are closed behind the door. I push him back towards the couch that is a little damp from the rain, but it doesn’t faze us. I climb up onto the couch, kneeling to straddle him; I want to tease him & kiss him, but something happens & his cock slides fully inside me. It catches us both off guard, because it was so unintentional, I mean I know he’s slipped in me easily, but never ever like this. He asks instantly if he’s inside me & as I move a little, I realise that he is actually fully inside me, so we start fucking.

He pops my tits out of my summer dress, sucking my nipples as I ride his cock, that I am cumming so hard & grabbing his shirt, that he hasn’t taken off, so tightly that I am sure it’s strangling him, but I don’t even care. The night air is intoxicating, the smell of rain, the smell of him, feeling him touch me, the stars peeking through the gaps in the clouds. I don’t even know how many times I cum, obviously trying to be quiet as we fuck under the stars for the first time in what seems like forever.

He flips me over to fuck me from behind, I love how hard he can fuck me in this position, but I am always reminded that this is the way he fucks/fucked his wife a lot… I am now too in my head that I won’t cum with him this way, but I am enjoying it once I clear my head. We lay on the couch for a while but now I am acutely aware that I am getting bitten by mosquitos. I haven’t been here long but this line we’ve crossed – that we’ve crossed before, brings me back to reality & I pull my dress down over my ass & up covering my tits & get up to leave. We kiss goodbye at the door, I don’t know why because I am happy but the feeling of melancholier washes over me on the drive home. Maybe because he doesn’t message me one the way home, I wait for the message that makes me smile every time on the drive, knowing he is thinking about me. But this time it doesn’t come.

I message him the next day which he replies but I don’t get much from him – what a surprise. I send him a snapchat of all the mozzie bites on my leg. It takes over a week for him to respond to the message & say that he should have lit some citronella candles.

So a stupid side story – My best friend got engaged around my birthday on her birthday, I am so happy for her, I have helped a little with planning the wedding, it will be a small intimate wedding. I am drafting designs of the wedding invites, thinking that I will probably never be designing my own – the only person I want to marry, I will never get to marry, not only because he is married to someone else, but because marriage means fucking nothing to him. As Marvel’s 5-year wedding anniversary approached & his wife was interstate, so he took no time in taking the opportunity to invite me over his house, sneaking me in & out the back to their newly built deck area while his kids were asleep. Marriage means nothing to him. But fuck me, there is something inside me – maybe my age now I’m 43, where I can’t stop thinking about marrying him. WHY? Is it because now I’m not taking the ADHD medication my brain won’t switch off? Is it because I’m helping plan a wedding? Is it just because I’ve never seen a future with anyone else? Oh how much I want to be married to him. -I doubt at this point I would ever bother changing my name with anyone but I fucking want his last name, I want our names to match. Fucking hell… He already gave his name to someone else… He doesn’t give a fuck about marriage, why do I?

#IBD4U

September 2024

He tells me one day that this favourite position of all time is when I am on top with my tits out – I have to push from my mind any thoughts of his wife being on top… Fuck I hate when I think about her. It’s more often than not that I think about her, particularly when he fucks me doggy style, probably why I hardly ever cum that way. Why do I think about her at all? I don’t know her…

I am working my last 2 weeks at the temp job which I have turned from a receptionist to a project consultant role, which caused them to keep me a bit longer, but I got a proper job thank goodness, so I go to Melbourne for the Thirty Seconds to Mars concert then I will be back to start my new full time job. Because it’s the end of the job & my boss is away, I just head in late while Marvel comes over after school drop off.

I plan on opening the door with no robe on but he’s at my house quicker than I realise, so he comes in & I have to rush around sorting the dogs out before I find him in the hallway & he pushes me aganist the wall, pulling open my robe & kissing me hard as his hand finds my clit to rub it then slips his fingers inside me. I am on tippy toes & glad for his strong arms around me because I lose balance easily when I am getting more & more turned on, close to cumming, it’s hard to remain standing.

We fuck in my bedroom, I have no sheets on the bed & he makes me squirt so much, that I am conscious of how wet the bed is. He messages me a few times after when I say that my room smells like sex, but he says that the more I squirt, the more it smells. I tell him that he is going to watch me cum just by me touching myself one day & then Marvel disappears for a week.

He just picks up the conversation from where it left off, talking about me teasing him & making him watch me from the chair, I tell him “Hmmm, yes I can if I tie your hands up, I can do whatever I want…. Just rub myself on your cock a little, poke my tits in your face & just rub my clit with my fingers, rocking my hips so I’m fucking my fingers on your lap…” I keep up this line of chat because I know it keeps him engaged & keeps him coming back online more regularly.

It works, I mean I may only get 1 or two messages per day, but he comes back online through September more than once a week. But mainly because I am working so hard to keep the sex talk going, so much so that he says that he’s frustrated just thinking about this scenario.

I wake up having a really vivid dream about him, which when I tell him, he of course asks me what it was about, “I woke up horny & wet obviously, so I rolled over rubbed your cock, you sort of woke up so I told you to stay asleep as I climbed on top of you & fucked you deep & slowly til I was cumming, then you flipped me over, taking me from behind hard & fast fulling my cunt with your cum.” He says that sounds fucking hot & I of course have cum to it. I’m sure that he will jerk off to the thought of it.

He asks me about my work situation, which I have just started the new job, I think this sexy talk I have been making sure is going on longer than it probably should, that he’s going to try to see me perhaps. I mean with this guy, who the fuck knows what he’s thinking. The half a dozen messages every second day are really just a full on tease that it won’t be long before he is working out when to fuck me again!

It’s a cheeky little game & it works every single time!

#IBD4U