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Jameson
Lying in bed early in the morning, I think of surfing. It is going to be a perfect summer day outside. Blue skies, not a cloud in sight. And the waves are supposed to be killer. I am so burned out with the rest of my life, I can’t wait to hit the ocean.
And then I think of Emma. Because I think of her whenever I’m alone in this bed, more often than not stroking my c**k and picturing her. I’m not ashamed to admit it, at least to myself.
I miss f*****g her.
I imagine Emma, her dark hair streaming down her back, her t**s and ass and legs perfectly suntanned against that tiny white bikini of hers. In my mind, she looks over her shoulder and grins at me.
I’m instantly hard, forming a tent under the blankets. I reach down and give my c**k a long, lazy stroke, imagining that Emma
