especially if your young lover comes online from halfways round the world (not ToyBoy, the other one- I haven't told you about him yet), then disappears after your bloody computer decides to commit temporary suicide... 
Also I gotta be up in the morning, and it's not for diving...
Anyway, my lover cheers up my gloomy thoughts now I think about our cheeky messenger conversation... 
About the sex in the pool.
About his perfect cock inside me.
About how he somehow discovered my G-spot in his bath tub.
About the sweaty walks across the golf course back to his hotel, talking, out shadows clear-cut in the moonlight.
About his beautiful, dirty mouth and his rough, wonderful hands.
About our first kiss on the beach, our feet in warm water whilst cold rain hit our bodies.
His thick tongue in my mouth, which turned both of us on.
How I let him have me without a condom, I was so turned on I couldn't wait. Hey we were still in the bath anyway...
I know, this is stupid. But try communicating with your brain when it is flushed with horny hormones and your pussy flushed with sweet juice- je ne regrette rien. I came, he didn't, both times.
