I was stuck in a shitty relationship with a loser guy. He was so busy drinking, being hung over and stuffing his face that he never wanted to fuck me. And I’m a cute girl. I was 22 at the time (3 years ago). I’m just over 5 feet tall and have shoulder length chestnut brown hair. I’m small all over with 34 B breasts and a 26 inch waist and a cute face.

Anyway, I got sick and tired of being horny and lonely and depressed, lying in bed next to that idiot. One morning I woke up dying to get fucked hard. Really pounded. I tried to rouse him with kisses and even a hand job, but he told me to fuck off. So I did. I rolled back to my side of the bed and fucked myself silly. Not that he cared.

After having a nice wank I got up, went to work, and had a fine day. In fact, I had a great day. That’s when I realized that getting off in the morning would make every day better. So, every morning for the next two weeks I did it in the bed, in the bathroom, hell, even in the kitchen while coffee was brewing. I was so happy I decided to dump the loser, get my own place, and move on with my life.

Three years later, here I am, happy as a clam. I date good guys now and recently got a big promotion at work. On the rare morning I don’t get off, I am lost. So I just don’t miss a day. If you’re looking to change your life, start every day with one hand rubbing a tit and the other on your clit.

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