I can hear the clock ticking... I can hear the cats wreaking something that I'll probably have to clean up in the morning. And yes, I can even hear the infamous faucet dripping: Another restless night has begun. 1
I try counting sheep and all other cliches I can think of. Finally giving up, I turn on my lovely little laptop and place it on my stomach. I wait a while for it to load up when I get an all too familiar tingle. Thinking that a few quick strokes will take care of it I slowly move my hand down and play with the edge of my underwear. Pushing my way past the already dampened material I lightly trace the folds of skin. 2
By this time I had already logged onto StoryWrite.Com and had searched for the latest Erotica Stories. I brows a few, all the while my fingers working a painfully slow rhythm.I'm about to give up and recall and older encounter to help satisfy myself when I spot an eye catching title.... 3
Typed right on the site...
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OOOOH what was the title, I need to read that one. LOL! This is great and I know the feeling very well.
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