Fap. Jill. Vibe. Flick the bean. Solo time. T.C.B.
However you call it, Lo does it. And she does it more than any woman I’ve ever met and more than most women whose rumored self-pleasure sessions have reached my ears.
That said, it came as no surprise to me when I heard. . . well, just sit down, get comfortable, and I’ll tell you.
Lo had gone on her date. I was home, alone. At least she had had the courtesy to jack me off before leaving. But what to do with my time? You see, dear compassionate reader, when Lo goes off like that, it puts me in the greatest state of tension and anticipation. If only I could be there on all of her dates, sitting at the bar, watching from afar.
But Lo needs, deserves, and wants her space. I get that. And, to be fair, the eager expectation is more than half the fun. The other half is hearing her tell the tale to me in bed.
Still, that gap between her departure and arrival must be filled. A hard, very hard task.
I can’t just go out with friends. My mind would be preoccupied. And what if I missed Lo’s return?