Dear Trina,
Dearest Trina whom I love above all other women and all other people I miss you. I miss you when I wake up in the morning on this boat and I miss you when I go to sleep to the sounds of my fellow Marines remembering their own loved ones. That's most of what we do, sit around and talk about the women we love.
There really is no way to tell you just how boring it is to be stuck on the boat, we can't work out because the waves too big, you might drop a weight on your head you know? So instead we sit around and play video games, mostly Halo 2 but there are a few other games that we play here. I was on one of the working parties also. Just so you know a working party is nothing like a real party, it just means that I'm part of a group working on something. In this case I was carrying bags of rice up and down the stairs. Not a lot else to tell you I mean there is water and that is the only thing in my world. I wake up and I see water on all sides, there is no land, no boats, hell half the time there are no clouds here.
I love you and I can't wait to get back to you. You mean the world to me and I miss you so much. I'll try to write you again soon.
Love,
Kevin
Trina had read that letter at least twenty times since it had arrived in the mail yesterday along with some bills. The paper was already starting to show signs of wear but it was the only thing he'd sent her so far. She spent her nights dressed up in his old undershirts. They still held some remnants of his masculine aroma in them but it wasn't enough.
She was creeping up on her first full month without orgasm and now the feeling didn't just happen at the end of Passions when she was used to him coming home from work hungry for her. Now it was just a constant wetness between her thighs and an ache deep inside her. Trina started to run her daily bath that Thursday night when she stopped herself. "I give."
With that she went into her room quickly getting dressed in a black dress. It was one of her favorites, low cut in the front to display her tits but low enough in the hem to be considered decent. She pulled her hair back into a messy tail and drove down to the F-Street, the local porn shop.
It was only her second time in the store, her first time without Kevin and just the sight of everything brought a hot blush to her cheeks. To her right they had several displayed mannequins in various states of undress displaying garters, maid outfits and thongs. One in particular that caught her attention was a red latex catsuit with no crotch and a pair of cat ears. "People wear that?" She whispered feeling her heart skip a beat. She was thinking of Kevin again, how quickly he'd be tearing into her if she wore that outfit for him.
"Can I see some ID?" The man speaking was behind the counter, probably in his mid thirties and slender. Trina sauntered over slowly unaware of how much sway she put in her hips before stopping to show him her ID. "Thank you." He smiled. "Can I help you find anything?"
"Oh no, just browsing." Trina exclaimed feeling her cheeks redden even more. She felt his eyes moving down her backside as she turned away and started down one of the aisles. The first one was filled with anal plugs and lubricants ending with a gigantic dildo. She gasped at the sight of it, it had to be as big around as her thigh and almost a foot long. The label said it was the Anvil. Shaking that idea from her mind she started down another aisle.
This one was filled with various blow up dolls and bondage equipment. Handcuffs, thumbcuffs, a life size replica of a woman named Tera Patricks groin. It even had realistic looking hair on it. "Weird." Trina thought as she stared into the box for a moment before moving a little farther along. Big Bertha was the next thing to catch her attention, a blow up doll of an obese woman, it looked comical on the box. Like it would be some sort of pool toy for children. "I could put it right next to the Shamu."
The next row she entered was what she was looking for, dildos and vibrators and she'd never really realized just how many of the damn things were out there. Both sides of the aisle were lined with different devices varying from the size of her thumb to the size of her forearm and everything in between. Some had knots on them, others had realistic looking balls hanging. A few had what looked like periscopes on the ends. The first one Trina picked up was called the Titan and it measured in at an intimidating fourteen inches long and three inches around. "My god."
Instantly the thought of having something inside her body, how it would feel to be fucked by a man with a fourteen inch cock. It would be pressing up against her belly. She quickly pushed the idea from her mind when she noticed the cashier was watching her in the mirror. He looked away quickly when she turned towards him but she could still feel him checking her out.