Believe me when I say that I tried to convince him that he should say home with me. When I heard that his division was called up we didn't get out of bed for two days. Yes, I fucked his brains out for two whole days, trying to make him see how much I needed him.
But my man is a real man, and he knew that his duty called him to Afghanistan; he knew that even though we fit together like glove and hand, even though we loved each other like air; he had to leave me.
It drives me crazy remembering how we were, how he felt on top of me and in me. The texture of his skin, and the feel of his excitement in my hand. I miss the smell of my man's hot sperm, and the sound of his gasping breath as he lays next to me recovering after great sex. And boy do I miss great sex!
I miss my handsome soldier. Now a days I find that I have to take cold showers every time I think about him. I'm so horny all the time that I don't know what to do with myself.
And now, even the cold showers aren't helping any more. I hope he gets leave soon...
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