Sometimes it works out, most times it doesn't. Messsaging hot and juicy, the thoughts are electrifying. Who said that sex is all about head? Damn right, it is.
I wish I had her, she seems to wish to be had. Yet there's circumstances. A boyfriend. A business trip. A sickness. A visit. Overtime. Anything.
And I'm trying, trying, trying. I play along. Because it's worth it. Though most times it doesn't work, sometimes it does.
