Date: 8/3/2008

Still leaving... In my misery..

It has been 1 year since no one touches my chest but my hands.. It's so hard in my 26th year & my gf have left me just 2m0nths after I came here to KSA.. She's right.. I mean she have to.. After all, it was not a serious relation.. & still I'm not ready for serious ones unless I'm stable.. GOD.. It's hard to get up every m0rnin with a hard on.. Always naked n hugin ur couch n wetin ur sheets wiz ur hard throbing dick.. I move my hands down.. I want to touch it.. I hate it.. I miss her touches her caressing.. Her breathing.. Upon my skin.. Her whispers of love.. Of passion.. I keep on squeezin it.. Its gettin much m0re big wiz its red thick knob.. I release it.. Gatherin my sheets holdin myself.. Kneeling my legs like a child.. Mmmm.. I can't stop that feeling so far.. It's hurtin.. Oh.. My loads are gatherin in my hot gun ready in any moment... Her picture in her sexy pink preferred dress comes in my mind.. I close my eyes.. I catch it, hold my balls.. Oh.. Im sho0tin! Damn! I'm tired.. Released.. I wana go back home.. I want u.. I miss u.. My baby... But eventhough I still can survive without you....


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