My man’s been on a work trip for two days, back today. Since he left, he’s been teasing me over text: “When I’m home, I’m fucking your ass” or “Gonna miss that tight little hole.” Yesterday, after work, he keeps it up. I tell him to cut it out—his cock’s driving me crazy, but he’s miles away. He fires back: “Go find one! You know I love it when you slut it up.” By 9 p.m., I’m on Unitedmen, hopping in the shower, prepping my ass just in case. I chat with my man, we get each other riled up. He says he might’ve found a bitch to fuck where he’s at. Me? Still nada. An hour later, he sends pics and a vid: him slamming some twink. Fuck, I’m burning up—I need a dick bad.
