You r too naughtyI : will show my naughty things..If you sleep with me( my hand is on my tool, when I’m typing these words)P : I don’t want to see...them..Bye..GnI : uuuhhhh… Okay gn sd wdP : sd? Wd? That it it?I : sweet dreams and white dropsP : vishhhhh.. Pls stop it..I: why unable to control yourself?P: where are you daa? Are you watching me?I : no..But you know what..Even I’m also unable to control myself..P : but pls control..We are not supposed to cross our limits.I : may be true..But I. He ran away and left me with a dilemma, he had inadvertently found a trigger, that remains to this very day, a deep psychological need to be restrained, and its associated sexual release, a very powerful response, where there is none, I cant stop the men touching, as I am too busy cumming, and when I do, I need a long time to recover.As the carriages slow down and start to pass me on the platform, my eyes are searching out for the one for me to get into.If men knew what was going through my. 'She must think I'm a complete and total womanizing ass.' Her voice breaks through my self-loathing. "I'm sorry, I can't. But maybe next time." I look up at her face, recognizing the dismissal. She's smiling, and pulling her phone from her pocket. "Do you have your cell phone or something to write with?" she asks me, looking at her phone. I stare at her and she looks up. "Wh-why." I stammer. She looks at me confused. "So I can give you my number silly, so you can get me that cup of Joe later.". Laya was so sexy. And everyone knew it, especially her. She's 5'8 120 pounds with sexy blonde hair and bright blue eyes and the fullest, plumpest lips that I just want to suck on every time I see them. Layla and I did everything together. Up until one day though Layla and I had only ever made out, drunkenly, as a dare. But we were attracted to each other and we both knew it. During the hot summers when my parents would be away in France Layla and I would be laying naked poolside rubbing body.