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He Left during the Quarantine Time
How if you keep fantasizing about having sex with people who are already left?
It’s me. We met on Tinder 3 months ago before the fucking Coronavirus came out, he was pleased me on his bed much time. A connection between us was so intense, he took me to hang out with his colleagues so do I. I went to his house several times, met his fluffy cats. It should be casual in the first place but he’s giving me a distinct signal and he frailed me.
More than our talks I miss only our sex.
We stuck in different cities, it’s not new to us but it is in freaking social isolation and not free to travel. Memories of our nights are the only things that make this quarantine a little bearable. I see all of them so vividly, it gets me wet but all the fantasies are useless to get me off.
I remember how you slipping your palm to touch my breasts under the t-shirt I am wearing. You nuzzle my shoulder and hold your breath the way you always do when you are awake. Your simple gesture turns me on and my nipples harden. You harden your grip, I smirk, you rub me gently but firmly, enough to make me wet as fuck.
I take the T-shirt off, throwing it away on the floor and reach for your didi’s but you stop me. I look at you and you look back, I fist my hand in your…
