That don't impress me much..

Jack lives an hour+ away now. He left behind quite a bit of crap. On purpose, I am sure. I'll be taking him his things in the next week or two. He's requesting TOMORROW--and hinting at how he doesn't have any soda. Or towels. Or money. Or food. Or a coffee pot. Or drinking glasses. Or internet connection that allows him to play his MMORPG. And that his game card expires Saturday. (I will take him 'some' of his things, I may even make him a box of household stuff I have extra off--but oopsie, I left my wallet at home. I'm not going to be taken advantage of anymore.)

I want to see him again, I do need some action. I miss sleeping beside him at night, our conversations & dammit--the d/s. The spankings that turned me into a writhing puddle. The way he used his fingers, my vibes & dildos on me. His voice alone can make me throb. He was generous handing out my orgasms. The way he would mix up some pain to heighten my endorphins would have me bubbling over. Climax on top of climax--I couldn't tell where one started and another one stopped. Just ride out the orgasm waves until the waves ceded into ripples.

But fucking? He just didn't impress me with his fucking skills. Same position, same rhythm, no change-up, no variations for so long that I even stopped instigating sex.