women chase him, he misses his wife

wish my femme was here to follow me around all morning chattering and get offended when she realises i’ve just been staring at her tits……. it would make her feel better too she loves to stalk away just so she can get chased down and aggressively felt up

sooooo tired and i just think i would nap better sprawled on top of her while she kept my dick warm

thinking about making her play a game where she's straight :))))))) and she's coming to hang out with me bc we're just good friends even if she is a little bit shy of me like maybe i'm a bit too dykey for her to feel totally comfortable around but she doesn't want to be rude and she DEF doesn't want to be homophobic and so she doesn't make a big deal of me sitting right up close to her on the couch and she doesn't say anything about me putting my hand on her thigh and she maybe gets a little twitchy when i start rubbing my thumb up the inner hollow of her thigh so close that i'm touching the line of her underwear but i say "you're not freaked out because i'm gay are you" and she like fumbles to say NO of COURSE not she WOULD NEVER she's not a bigot....... wonder what else she would let me do to her to prove she's not homophobic

want to get high / want to fuck / want to get high / want to fuck / want to get high / want to fuck / wan

depressed all day, imagining it's a normal depressed day which means that now i could get a little high, lie back on the couch with a joint and her sprawled between my knees, tucked against my chest, taking a drag when i hold it to her mouth. feel her up a little rougher than normal, mean, taking my bad mood out on her, the little hurt noises she makes when i pinch too hard.

rub my calluses against her belly, squeeze the sweet curve of it, another squeak. hand in her underwear, stroking her clit a little roughly, hushing her. nudge her up closer against me and go further, two fingers in deep, twisting my knuckles, so tight around me i tell her it's impossible she takes my dick so regularly, did she get tighter tonight, would she even even be able to take it, her making anxious little noises, not sure whether she wants to convince me she can or tease me into putting her flat on her back and showing her

but anyway it's been a shit day and actually what i want is her on her knees, my hand fisted in her pretty hair, her hot little mouth round my cock, making the good little glug-glug-glug noise that clears out everything in my head except the need to fuck deeper

just think my day would be better if i could suck on her tongue

just thought to myself if she’s not ovulating when she gets here I’m gonna fuck her so good she starts

also thinking about her bouncy ponytail and being out on the streets with her and putting my hand into it to toss it about from time to time and then going home and using it to pull her back deeper on my dick

putting ur hand on the nape of her neck and pushing her down against the bed so she yowls and her ass goes instinctively eagerly up

worried about her bc i know she's drifting about and lonely in that big flat, worried about her bc i like to go with her to stuff with our friends so i can notice + tell her later about how much they love her, worried about her obviously bc i know that she needs to be held down and fucked hard pretty regularly but also because i want to be there making her a nice meal as a reward afterward, worried about her because i miss cooking for her, worried about her because i am not sure she's having as many treats as she deserves, worried about her bc i want to bring her a radler, worried about her bc i want her to have something nice to come home to at the end of a work day, worried about her bc i don't like thinking of her having to turn off all the lights and go off to bed on her own in the dark, worried about her having to pack her bags on her own, worried about her going off to stay with her evil fucking parents when it is one of my personal goals to not let them at her without interference so there's a misstep, worried about her when i've been asleep and i wake up and she's been quiet all those long hours, worried about her bc on many of my best days i feel like a big cheerful sheepdog zooming around her and keeping her within a tidy little circle of access and now i'm all out of sorts and snappy

jerking off to her audio again and thinking about how she’s smoking a lot at the moment… wondering if i can talk her into sending me a stoned audio, her sleepy little hngh-hngh noises and the way she always gets more breathless when she’s high like she can’t get enough of air or anything else, even better if she’s a bit meandering and too easily distracted to get there, edging herself by accident and making frustrated little noises into her phone, or maybe the opposite and so high that she comes really fast, every touch feeling so good, almost good enough to be me