I miss Logan so much! So fucking much!!!

Last night I had trouble falling asleep. My thoughts were on Logan. I think I think of him more when he’s not here than when he is. I hugged his pillow to my face. I breathed the traces of his scent. But I couldn’t fall asleep. I got up three times to see if there was a text. Finally I fell asleep. I dreamed of Logan. We were making love.

We were on his piano bench, just like the last time, and he was fucking me so good. Oh Logan, oh Logan, oh Logan I kept moaning. And then I realized we were on the stage. It was the concert. Everyone was watching us. Logan, Logan, Logan they kept chanting. And then I was part of the audience. Along with everyone else I was watching us fuck. But it wasn’t me Logan was fucking. I don’t know who it was but it wasn’t me. And the audience was clapping like thunder and shouting, Come! Come! Come! Come! And I was clapping with them and shouting with them. And I could see Logan’s lovely penis start to pulse. He was coming. Coming and coming deep inside the girl on the piano bench. I woke up trembling. Drenched. Sad. Angry. Horny, too. I grabbed Logan’s pillow and clamped it between my legs and squeezed and squeezed until I came. Then I fell back to sleep. When I woke up again there was a text from Logan. I love you so much, he said. I miss you so much, he said. Instantly I forgave him completely for fucking the girl on the piano bench, the girl not me. I love you so much, I texted him. I miss you so much. Now to get dressed and take a shower. I mean take a shower and get dressed. Maybe start a load of laundry. But I’m not going to wash Logan’s pillow case. Never, never, never!!!