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Jul 2023
Oh how greatful i am that you have come into my life. The anticipation is overwhelming,  thinking of one day bejng your wife. I wish i could show you, how loved you make me feel. And i know that yours is the touch that showed me live is real. As i lie in bed at night, i wish you were hear. Hand grabing firmly yet gently from ear to ear. I shouldnt be doing this, i need to get some rest. But with thoughts of you my hands softly caress my breast. I other hand wondering down my sheets to find such a mess. I dream of you often and what our life would be like, holding hands as we walk the beach and the children on bikes. Do you want what i want, can you see what i see?  I wake up with a small puddle under me.  I wish  you could taste it, its so phat soft and sweet. Griping your head firmly, bon appetite. I need to get up and take a shower, but that may make it worst. Ill use cold water to calm me dowm although i shouldve use warm water first. This is not working, i need something inside. You are not able to come so ill shallow my pride. That thing my sister bought me, never tried but im pretty sure it will work. She said it easy enough, stick it to the floor or wall and twerk. I dont know if i could do this, nor have i ever wanted to try. But my urges are overwhelming and im sensitive all over, no lie. I guess ill go and get it, it seems to be the only option i have. ( as i walk, day dreaming of that time you were in the bath. I placed a towel on your face, because i didnt want you to see. Then i picked him and put him in my mouth and ****** like a slurpy. Then slowly step in and got right into place, so i could sit down, not in the water but on your face.) Ive made it to my room and for sure ive changed my mind, only because i waited so long  amd mom will be here anytime. Well, maybe for a little bit, no one here to catch me, but just as i started, a bang at the door. Who, could that be? Why are they pounding so hard, **** i wish someone would pound me. I run to door swing ot open, its my baby. I dont know or care how you got here. I just really need you to help me, you see i have this inch, inside, deep in my *****. Do you think you can help me? Do you think you can reach?  Bent me over daddy, im your student, ready for you to teach. As crawl on all four and the you soft grab my hair. I start to leak a little and wake up again amd you are not there.  ****, i was so close, but not close enough it would seem, well back to sleep to try and continue that dream.
From her perspective, who ever she may be
Ragde Nella
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