What’s got you horny?

I have the most incredible friend. Whenever I see a message from him, I'm instantly drenched. He brings out in me facets of my sexuality I didn't even recognize in myself. Every day I wake up and touch myself with the thought of him being in bed with me. Every night I fall asleep to fantasies of the things he's said he'd do with and to me when the stars align and we can meet.
We all need a friend like that!
 
Surprisingly, not a damn thing. 🤔

Edited to add: that is not meant as a slam on any of the amazing posts, especially the TT all-stars. I guess the week's stress is catching up with my libido.
 
I haven't had sex in over a year. That might have something to do with it. Self gratification doesn't count. Takes care of the frustration, but not the wanton need.
 
It's been a few months. But giving myself solo orgasms isn't the same. I prefer to keep myself edged and denied. Keeps me horny often.
 
This thought...

It's a beautiful day here. A little chilly still, but clear blue skies. The perfect type of day to wear a low-cut top with no bra. Just cool enough for my nipples to visibly protrude.
I think I'll visit a coffee shop and sit outside reading a book, surreptitiously leaning forward when I catch the eye of another customer entering the establishment, to provide a glimpse down my top.
If the other tables are full, perhaps someone will ask to join me and make small talk. Maybe the talk will evolve (devolve) into double entenderes and some playful thigh touching.
If so, that touching and the conversation might progress to more direct conversation, thigh squeezing, and an offer to take a walk down to an infrequently visited part of a nearby park.
And during that stroll, we might stop at a large tree and remove the aforementioned top all together. And maybe the bottoms as well.
Then, the conversation will likely cease and the action pick up until the only sounds are bodies slapping together and moans.

We'll see. It is a glorious day.
 
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This thought...

It's a beautiful day here. A little chilly still, but clear blue skies. The perfect type of day to wear a low-cut top with no bra. Just cool enough for my nipples to visibly protrude.
I think I'll visit a coffee shop and sit outside reading a book, surreptitiously leaning forward when I catch the eye of another customer entering the establishment, to provide a glimpse down my top.
If the other tables are full, perhaps someone will ask to join me and make small talk. Maybe the talk will evolve (devolve) into double entenderes and some playful thigh touching.
If so, that touching and the conversation might progress to more direct conversation, thigh squeezing, and an offer to take a walk down to an infrequently visited part of a nearby park.
And join that stroll, we might stop at a large tree and remove the aforementioned top all together. And maybe the bottoms as well.
Then, the conversation will likely cease and the action pick up until the only sounds are bodies slapping together and moans.

We'll see. It is a glorious day.
I love how your imagination rolls right through from a simple, beautiful day...
Where's that coffee shop?
 
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