This is the next installment in the now growing series, preceeded by "He came back", "He left again..

but not for long!" and "He makes me cum" .. if you havn't read them, they might shed some light on the following story...

He's not coming tonight. It's Thursday. We have plans to get together tomorrow night, our first all-nighter with no interuptions. We've seen eachother every night since his call on Monday. I want to see him tonight, too. I crave his tongue.

I went to bed thinking dirty thoughts about him. I woke up with my softness drenched and my hand clenched between my thighs. I know today, if I have a free moment, or several free moments, I'll sneak away and open our mutually favourite porn site. I'll find a good story about anal sex and I'll burry my fingers in myself until I cum all over my hand, thinking about his tongue slipping into my soft place... his fingers penetrating my soft place and my softness at the same time... and eventually his hard length pounding into my soft place. I know I'll sneak my softness-juice drenched fingers down into my soft place and slide atleast two into my opening, wishing desperately they were his fingers.

I know I'll cum again, just from fingering my own soft place. Maybe he'll call me tonight. Maybe he'll get back from his friend's place early and maybe I'll be able to sneak away. Maybe I'll finger myself one more time just before he comes to pick me up and then I'll let him smell my juices on my own fingers. Maybe I'll give him a repeat performance, to show him what I did today, thinking about him. I'm sitting here typing this article and my juices are drenching my undies. I keep sneaking a hand down to press against my swollen personal place or up to pinch my nipple. I get so hot any time I even think about him, without specificly thinking about what he will be doing to me tomorrow night.

I can hardly wait.

The 32 hours between now and then seem like an eternity designed to make me go mad with sexual frustration.

No matter how many times I slip my fingers into my softness or soft place, it just wont feel as good as his fingers do.

I'm hooked and I'm loving it! I promise I'll tell you all about tomorrow night in explicit detail when I get back on Saturday!