I just wish we could’ve played one more time.

He used to tell me what to do... How to pose, what to show him, how to tease him just right until he was leaking from the tip, begging to play together and stay on the edge just a little longer. And I loved it.
I loved being his little show-off. His favorite toy to stroke to and with. I would take photos in my work bathroom, dripping in my own drool for him. Photos showing off my little holes. Photos being as depraved as he asked me to be.

He made me feel wanted and used, and I would have done anything to keep him edging. To be the reason his cock stayed hard and my mind stayed horny.

But I got busy.
The weekend slipped by.
And now he’s [deleted].

No goodbye. No warning. Just gone... Like he couldn’t stand the ache of waiting.

And fuck, I get it. But I still wish I could’ve had one more time. Just one more filthy little session. One more string of messages telling me how perfect my body was, how hard I made him, how badly he wanted to cum.

But now he’s gone, and I’m still here. I'm so horny at work, and I just wish I could show off for him.

I understand that he couldn’t stay. But fuck, I really hope he still thinks about me when he cums.