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I love this. Please write more!

God, this is incredible. Your words capture that excitement and desire and need so well. Please, more... please...

I told you that each time I speak with you it intensifies my desire, rather than satiating it... and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we spoke this afternoon.

I was thinking about that day - the day after the night I spent at the hotel near you - and the conversation we had that afternoon when I was driving home. Do you remember it? I told you sometime later that it was so good, my desire for you so intense, that I felt guilty about it. I still remember it vividly, and it was undoubtedly the best sexual "experience" I've had in the past couple years. I know that's rather pathetic (and obviously reflects the sad state of my sex life), but I don't mean it in that way... I just don't know how else to express how intensely aroused I was with you that day. I remember too when you called me from work that morning, after getting my email... I remember the way you said my name when I answered the phone, the sound of your voice. Almost a year later it still makes my heart skip a beat.

Though I haven't been sending messages (and not that you check them), I still come here and read this story. Every time I do I am once again overwhelmed by desire for you. You are far and away the sexiest man I have ever known, and I wish I had more time these days to demonstrate that to you - with stories, or even just with the thoughts that are ever-present but that I'm unable to articulate when we speak. I feel guilty that over the past year I've not been giving you what you deserve. You deserve more, so much more. You deserve to know just how much I want you, how incredibly sexy you are, how desperately I wish I could spend a few days showing you just how wild you drive me.

I wrote a bunch of other stuff, and deleted it all. I know this isn't the kind of message you were probably hoping to read, and I apologize for that. I still owe you the story you asked for, but beyond that I want to write something more for you soon. Something that says all the things I never manage to get out when I speak to you lately. Something that shows you that when I fantasize, it's always about you. That thick, perfect cock that I ache to worship, that makes me groan aloud when I imagine it inside of me. Just the thought of your finger penetrating me is completely overwhelming... I think I would lose my mind if you touched me. I want to kiss you so badly that I can almost feel your soft mouth against mine.... and yet that's just the very tip of the iceberg. If I were sitting next to you in restaurant I can't imagine how I could control myself if you put your hand on my arm, let alone my knee.

It's late, and there is so much I want to say, but I have to try to get to sleep - if I can get some of these thought out of my mind.

This was boring and probably like every other story here.

This was bad. Don't quit your day job.