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Erotic Memories for My Ex-Lover
I finally could finish our story my way
“I masturbated so hard this morning thinking about you,” I texted my lover. “I couldn’t wait until later.”
I knew we were going to see each other in a few hours, but I was so turned on by the thought of him that I had to touch myself.
I pressed send.
It was the truth, I thought. And I texted him provocative stuff all the time. He was going to be desensitized for a “regular” woman after me, lol.
“I’m already wet for you,” I texted. “I’m at the light downtown, almost there,” I added.
“That is very exciting,” he wrote.
I looked at my phone and laughed. Classic response from this guy. He was the king of understatement.
“927,” he texted a few minutes later.
“Be there soon,” I wrote. I pulled into a parking space.
The best part was the anticipation. My lover waiting for me, and me desperate for him. I couldn’t bear the suspense. Weeks of pent-up desire. My panties were moist — I needed him badly.
I grabbed my “hoe bag” filled with different lube and dildo’s and vibrators. Plus wipes and a brush for my inevitable bed head. Lipstick, powder, and concealer for smudged makeup…
