I’m a gluten for sex, but even more so I am an absolute sucker for love.
I’m going to admit something that not many people know. The main reasons I married my ex is that he treated me very well, I was pregnant and wanted a nice, stable man to father my children but even more importantly he loved me so very much that I though that love would get us through anything….even when I didn’t find myself in love with him, per se.*
The point is….. I am a sucker for love. It melts my heart to be adored. I gobble it up like Sumo wrestlers at a buffet. I can’t get enough.
Right now I feel so deeply satiated. Brad picked me up last night. We had a quiet dinner out and then went to his place for the night. He pounced on me as soon as we got into his bedroom.
He was frantic to get inside of me. Neither of us orgasmed so I took out my bullet and climaxed quickly and as I was orgasming he wrapped his body around me hugging me tender and lovingly and it made my orgasm explosive and long. Masturbation is generally a solo sport, maybe a spectator event too, maybe a little assisted stimulation and touching, but never….I repeat never had it felt so loving and sweet. That was such a beautiful experience.
Then in the morning before racing back to take care of the kiddo’s we had sex. Neither of us orgasmed yet again but he went down on me for at least half an hour in the most intense, sensual and connected way. It was amazing. I don’t orgasm via cunnilingus but if I did boy that would have been a multiple joy experience. The zest and passion with which he did it was incredible. I can still feel the intense shaking my body was doing beneath his skilled tongue.
Look…… I’m a day to day kind of gal. I don’t usually deal in absolutes. I asked him to prove he loves me. So the boi showed up a few days ago in the rain to mow my lawn. Romantic gestures are definitely my kryptonite. He isn’t done proving himself…..but so far he’s done pretty darn good. I must say.
*I deeply cared and still care for him. He is the father of my children and maybe given the circumstances that doesn’t mean much to some people. But I treasure those bratlets more than anything else this world has ever shown me. More than my own life and he was part of that happening. I can’t discount that. He will always be my “baby daddy”.