What would you give to hear me cum one last time? It’s been a couple of weeks since I dumped you. Everything is still very raw for you. You’re missing me, pining for me and thinking about me non-stop. It’s pathetic. But I like knowing that I’m on your mind. Frankly, the sex was good at the start of our relationship but you don’t satisfy me anymore. I show up to search for my vibrator, which happens to be tucked away between the couch cushions. It’s still charged up so I slip it between my legs. I know what my moans do to you… I want you to remember this moment when you’re fucking your fist, when you think you’re ready to move on, and my luscious moans will haunt you to the point that you can’t even feel attraction for anyone else. You’ll never get over me. You’ll be so hung up on the addictive sound of my pleasure that you never have sex and you never make a woman cum ever again. Now I’m gonna take my vibrator home and make myself cum the way I deserve.
