There is only one man for me. Everything about him arouses me, challenges me and makes me a better woman.
I keep waiting for the sexual tension to ease, for boredom to set in, but it doesn’t. The longer we are together and the more we learn about each other’s bodies, the more intense our sex becomes. He knows all my buttons - he knows how to whisper the right words to me and he knows the effect he has on me. He delights in his power over me and his ability to arouse me anytime, anywhere.
Sometimes he texts me at work - just a few words that make me flush. It’s like a wave of heat washes over me. Another text a few minutes later and I swear that those around me will be able to see beads of sweat pop out on my forehead. My phone beeps again and I have to excuse myself. I’ve never had any other man make me so hot that I had to lock myself in the bathroom so I could touch myself. So wet and hot with my clit swollen and tender. Rubbing myself and cumming……pausing, then doing it again because I have to….and it’s still not enough because it’s not him. Then texting him to tell him, that ‘yes, baby - I did it twice for you’.
On days like that, I can’t wait for him to get home. I always get home before he does and it’s agony waiting. I ready myself for him. On some of these days I wear lingerie, on some I wear one of his shirts and on some I am naked but always I am so wet that the tops of my thighs are wet. Hearing his key in the door makes my heart pound and I run to meet him. I rip his gear out of his hands, push the door shut behind him and grab his belt to drag him to the couch. I push him down, straddle him, kiss him and unbuckle and unzip to free his cock. I need to fuck him. He is thick and the feeling of him entering me drives me crazy, but I drive myself down on him. I fuck him, kissing him and tearing his shirt open so I can stroke his chest and pinch his nipples. I use his cock to make me cum and his arms hold me while I shudder and clench him inside. I feel his balls tighten under me and he fills me til his cum leaks out. Then we hold each other, just letting our breathing slow and our heart rate return to normal.
I wait for boredom to set in, but it never does.
I keep waiting for the sexual tension to ease, for boredom to set in, but it doesn’t. The longer we are together and the more we learn about each other’s bodies, the more intense our sex becomes. He knows all my buttons - he knows how to whisper the right words to me and he knows the effect he has on me. He delights in his power over me and his ability to arouse me anytime, anywhere.
Sometimes he texts me at work - just a few words that make me flush. It’s like a wave of heat washes over me. Another text a few minutes later and I swear that those around me will be able to see beads of sweat pop out on my forehead. My phone beeps again and I have to excuse myself. I’ve never had any other man make me so hot that I had to lock myself in the bathroom so I could touch myself. So wet and hot with my clit swollen and tender. Rubbing myself and cumming……pausing, then doing it again because I have to….and it’s still not enough because it’s not him. Then texting him to tell him, that ‘yes, baby - I did it twice for you’.
On days like that, I can’t wait for him to get home. I always get home before he does and it’s agony waiting. I ready myself for him. On some of these days I wear lingerie, on some I wear one of his shirts and on some I am naked but always I am so wet that the tops of my thighs are wet. Hearing his key in the door makes my heart pound and I run to meet him. I rip his gear out of his hands, push the door shut behind him and grab his belt to drag him to the couch. I push him down, straddle him, kiss him and unbuckle and unzip to free his cock. I need to fuck him. He is thick and the feeling of him entering me drives me crazy, but I drive myself down on him. I fuck him, kissing him and tearing his shirt open so I can stroke his chest and pinch his nipples. I use his cock to make me cum and his arms hold me while I shudder and clench him inside. I feel his balls tighten under me and he fills me til his cum leaks out. Then we hold each other, just letting our breathing slow and our heart rate return to normal.
I wait for boredom to set in, but it never does.
