I miss walking hand in hand thru the park as the red, brown and yellow leaves float on the wind and land gently on the ground. I miss the feel of his cashmere gentlemen's overcoat and scarf mixed with the smell of the fall air, his cologne and to wrap the smells into one was the smell of burning wood. I miss the intimacy

in front of the fire 🔥 I miss having no one to tell what I like sexually and how I like it. I miss the touch of a warmth of a body, the touch the smell. I miss mounting my stud and riding his face until I explode then I ride his stiffness until silly soft. I miss the afterglow of sex when you lay there and chat aimlessly you find yourself drifting off and comfortably spooning. I so miss being hugged just a hug makes a difference.