I honestly don't know what I would say if a guy ever does stop.No, it doesn't take a lot these days. It could be his voice, the timbre of a man's voic... as he says something commonplace, perhaps in a business meeting. The way the sound shapes in his throat will find a way between my legs and make my toes curl in desire. I want to possess the men I see, to seize them where they stand and remove whatever they wear while everyone else watches. It's as if I have forgotten what is underneath the. I should hear that laugh every day. I should see her smiling at our baby. I should be listening to her talk about her day. We should be living in a house of our own, with kids and joy and a future.Instead, I was sitting on the floor of a garage apartment, drinking alone and crying for a life that wouldn’t ever be. I lost myself in sorrow, weeping turning to sobbing, sobbing turning to whimpering as I daydreamed about her on our wedding day, about holding her hand as a doctor told her to push,. Because her parents were out of town and she wanted company. The smell of her hair was my lullaby, as we cuddled. The feeling of her in my arms were natural at this point. It was a great night. The next day. I was awaken by the feeling of someone touching me. It was Yejin. Her hand was reaching back on my thighs reaching for my morning wood, making it bigger. "Are you awake?" she asked, as she giggled. "Well, Good morning to you too" I retorted. She turned around facing we with her sleep mask. He often complains that he misses me," she said. "Buthe's the one who's busy with his job." Where does he work, again?" Amber asked."I don't know for sure. It's a government agency that creates weapon.He's in the research department." And does this Japan trip have anything to do with his job?" Duhhh.. what do you think?" Anita rolled her eyes."That's lameeeeee." Amber let out a sad expression. "So you're gonna rotin the hotel room?" Yep, probably. He's there for some conference where he.