I've not felt flesh upon flesh for weeks now.

I've not held a smooth, soft naked body close to mine.

I've not been kissed with tongues for too long. Those playful nibbles and licks, and the giggles that follow. I miss those.

Not felt the firm bosom beneath lace and silk.  Not touched the wet satin between thighs.

The slow dance of the undressing that culminates in love making or the frantic ripping that presages the frantic fuck.

I've not cum inside another.  Not felt the moist, warmth of parting lips as I slide inside. The confident grip around my cock, enveloping me, stimulating me, goading me to ecstasy.

It's been far too long since a kneeling figure eagerly devoured me, refusing all plaintive moans to stop, took my cum in her mouth over her lips and on her face.

When did I last taste the pussy, the cunt, the sex of a woman, a real woman, one who offers herself up and lets herself go and breathlessly cums to the tune of my dancing tongue? 

All too long ago.

I need to be wanted. I want to be needed.  I wish for mutual desire, intertwining bodies, a joining of minds.

Soon.