Pretty intelligent princess is exploding, so is our mutual friend I imagine, and so am I.
R is back in a few days. He is packing his case now, he has missed me, and I have missed him. I have missed his touch, I have missed his lips on mine, I have missed the passion of our unions. I need him back now, I need to feel him, to feel his desires, to let myself go, to be satisfied.
One week until we meet, I can barely contain myself ![]()














