Nights like tonight when it feels like no one is out there, I just close my eyes and type away and live through someone else. To feel their emotions is what drives my passion but… the more I live through them the more I can picture you. The way your hands hold me tight every night, your kisses sweet and warm. You’re so close I can almost touch you. Then I’m back staring at my screen left yearning for you.
I opened the door and there you were. I take a second to take you in with my eyes. Tall, charming and sexy as fuck. My pussy instantly knows it’s you. I feel my clit slowly swelling as your cologne robs me of any doubts. Your arms wrap around my body and I melt into you. Your lips greeting my body… I need to have you now…
La lluvia siempre llama a mi corazón, conmueve mis deseos íntimos y saca una passion para escribir lo que mas me fascina del amor.
The rain always calls out to my heart, moving my most intimate desires and releases a passion to write about what fascinates me the most about love.
Sometimes it’s hard to go through it all knowing you’re not even going to “finish” at the end. Most of the time I don’t and it leaves a lot to be desired.
Quickies soon became our regular sex and passion was not anywhere to be found.
I would say I’ve always been an observant person and if I saw that my person was not enjoying it like they should I would try a little of everything. I don’t know how more obvious I could be at times even when telling him.
Then he expects me to be ready for it. No foreplay and he rubs dry (ouch). It has made me have an active imagination about sex. What I wish I could have, what I need him to say to me every now and then and hey a spank just because would really set the mood fast with me.