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i masturbated today with my favorite toy. but even my favorite toy has your imprint on it because you taught me how to make it feel even better. so i used it how you taught me. and it felt so good. i imagined you there, at the edge of the bed, fucking me with it, looking up at me with that devious smile. i haven't squirted since you left. it was so easy with you. orgasms were so easy with you, just knowing you existed somewhere in my world. i worked myself hard like you would, i came close and without thought began moaning out your name. reality hit. i was calling out someone's name who would never come back. in a bed that he had never been in. in a home that was no longer his. i don't know if the orgasm came but the sheets grew wet. i had christened my new bed with tears. my first real cry over the break up. i didn't think i'd feel this hollow but it finally hit. i miss you.