Sometimes
Sometimes the need is so high, I cruise the bars, looking. Call up my old friends, who are too busy. Call up acquaintances, call up an ex-boss. Call up everyone except the ex.
Sometimes I miss the wet, slippery feel of pussy lips. I miss the hardness of clit, miss the juices that soak my face.
Someone I was speaking with today was right - cybersex just can't cut it by itself. There are times when you do need to connect at a much more personal level.
Back to the bars. Or at least the online versions, looking for that elusive connect.
Sometimes I miss the wet, slippery feel of pussy lips. I miss the hardness of clit, miss the juices that soak my face.
Someone I was speaking with today was right - cybersex just can't cut it by itself. There are times when you do need to connect at a much more personal level.
Back to the bars. Or at least the online versions, looking for that elusive connect.