God, Jeff isn't looking at me. I need him. I need his love. God, my old Jeffy pic is tattered beyond recognition. I can't get used to a new one. I need the real Jeffy, him by my side, hugging and kissing me. Wubuwubu Jeffy, nyck nyck. I love you. Jeffy, you keep me grounded. Because of you, I won't allow myself to get pregnant by another guy. I just want you to know how much power you have over me. Even if I do have unprotected sex, I don't get pregnant, but I am fertile, boy. My uterus is like a volcano waiting to explode every month. Jeff, I need you to make love to me. I just need you to get me on a pillow top mattress with elegant sheets on it and just lose control over my body, just fuck my brains out, totally dig me spiritually and mentally, inside and out. Jeff, when I look at you, you don't talk to me. You don't smile. I'm just staring at a plain picture of you. I need you to come to life! I need you, baby! You are my magic baby full of love and peace. Make wild love to me, Jeff. Get on top of me and show me what a big boy can do. I need your soul, your glossy, shiny soul. I need that love, hunny. I need it baby, especially from you.
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I just finished reading this post. I can say that I can "feel" what you are saying but there isn't anything for me to say.
yeah, I know, most people are like that. Do you think you feel what I'm saying but can't really identify with my specific situation?