You have no idea how much I want to/need to/will give anything to do it right now.
It’s been weeks and weeks and my body and mind just can’t stop the thought of it. It’s gotten more and more intense each day. M and I have tried other things but it still isn’t the same. Other men just aren’t the same. It needs to be him.
We’ve actually been talking lately. He’s single again.
It’s funny because it actually feels like some unstoppable force is attracting us toward each other and it won’t stop until he’s inside me again.
But who knows.
*Sigh*
The problems of being in a relationship with a loving boyfriend…
- H
I watch you as you smile.
You’ve only worked here a while.
You’re studying, going to school, but you’re still not sure what you want out of life.
So, you answer the phone. You say hello. You help people get to where they need to go.
You smile.
And it makes me want to stop the world, just to take a few steps toward you, just to feel what it’s like to cup your cheek. Just to look into your big eyes as I slide my cock between your lips.
*grabs the sheets and turns off the lights*
*slowly slides hand under the sheets*
- H
She made sure his hands were tied, then she straddled him. Only her pair of underwear between them. Her hair draped down onto his face. She looked down at him and smiled.
‘Please,’ he whispered.
He stuck out, hard and cold against the air. She leaned over and breathed on it. Heat radiated…
Sometimes stories can be the best inspiration or aftercare.
- H
Well that’s two dates in two weeks.
Both duds and both very disappointing.
:/
- H & M
I’ve only seen H on the one “date” she had with her ex when he came over. It was quite a thrill to see them play and flirt and kiss, and then to hear them when the door finally closed. But other than listening to them that night, I haven’t had any interaction with her when she’s with someone else.
It’s actually been a point of quiet contention for us. On the one hand, we both like the idea of me vividly seeing her with her lover in bed. There may be nothing else like that in the world.
But on the other hand there’s something teasing and exciting about being denied the ability to watch. The anxiety and mystery mix into something arousing, because my imagination runs wild. There are so many possibilities, desires, risks, and outcomes. It’s like the games we play. Part of the fun is in the not knowing.
And in a weird way it makes me feel closer to H. It makes the moment she comes home all the more surprising and meaningful, and actually more loving as well.
There’s nothing like the feeling you get when the woman you love slides into bed with you late at night after spending an entire evening imagining and edging. There’s nothing like having her slide your fingers into her to feel the evidence of what she’s done and telling you, finally, to come.
- M
There’s also the fact that (for me at least) nothing compares to being alone with a lover. Sometimes I’m afraid I might get too anxious if I have to perform for M but the rest of the time I just prefer to be with someone else without distraction. If I knew M was right there ready to come at any moment it would split my focus. And that doesn’t help me at all.
To put it simply: I come better when M is somewhere else.
- H