The long answer…
Inspired by visual stimulation I was in a state of wanting.
I sent out a text. It was a simple text, a silly one, even slightly stupid, but it was effective.
Made sure it was him when he knocked on my door. I answered it in my polka dotted bathrobe and nothing else. I left it open to leave absolute nothing to the imagination. He smiled when he came into my apartment and when the door closed, I took a brief moment to shrug my robe off and I was on him. I kissed him while I undid his pants. Did I mention I hate belts? They’re not difficult, just time consuming, and annoying to deal with. However, with me so eager success was quick. I was happy to feel that he was already excited.
He was enjoying it, but I wanted to recreate what was tumbling around in my head all afternoon. I get it, I surprised him and I know he can’t read my mind, so with a quick guiding hand, I was got his hand and fingers in the right spot. I could only hope that we looked as good as what I was imagining. Anybody who has ever made a video, may know that reality isn’t always as sexy. Didn’t matter at he time though.
It was fun to play around like that, but it was far past time to get serious. We made out was back to my bedroom when he said he had been watching a football game. I don’t have my TV set up to watch regular channels, buy I can bring it up on my tablet. So after a small break where he protested that I didn’t have to, I had my tablet streaming Monday night football. Set the tablet on the table and him on the couch. I spoke very few words other than it was ok. I wanted to please him and this was a fun way of doing it. I don’t even know if he saw anything of the game. Every time I looked up from my spot between his legs his head was laying back. Normally I would use both hands and my mouth on his monster but I used one hand for him and one for me and kept us both stimulated.
I Didn’t stay there for long. When I’ve got that hungry void inside me that only one thing can fill I don’t dawdle for too long. So just like the first time I straddled him and slowly worked my was down his length. It always goes slow with him, it has to, otherwise there is a lot of wincing and grunting on my part and I wanted this to look and feel as sexy as I could. The noise of the game in the background had added a little different feel to it, but for somebody like me it made it just a little sexier. Gave it that “serving my man" feel as well.
I rode him slow and steady. His hands kept moving around my body. When he would grab my butt his mouth would work on my breasts. He would grin them when we kissed. That charge built stronger and stronger as time passed. Having a man inside me always made me feel whole, like something that had been missing is finally in it’s right place, and there is a certain moment where it feels like it… clicks. That special spot or motion that when done perfectly, unleashes that surge, and it was ugly. I grimaced, and shook because my body lost its damn mind. I panted and groaned like an animal. Almost crawled over the back of the couch. The worst of it was he again didn’t finish. Enduring over sensitivity I squirmed a lot during his final moments inside me. And as always, I let him finish how and wherever he wanted.
I cleaned up and he watched Chicago lose.
She short answer…