Have you ever been fucked so good that it seemed like someone pressed the pause button and all you can think of is that one magnificent fuck? Have you ever been fucked so good that you really wanted to buzz every one of your friends to explain and describe how your spirit left your body for seconds while your brains were being banged the fuck out? Have you ever been fucked so good that you get depressed the morning after wondering why you had been wasting your entire life and time having substandard sex? Have you ever been fucked so good that you had so many multiple orgasms, he started to panic and ask if you were having a stroke? Have you ever been fucked so good that you wanted to see your Biology teacher again just to smack his face and tell him how much of a bad job he did explaining sexual intercourse to your class? Have you ever been fucked so good that you considered giving testimony in church about how you discovered you could have breast, clitoral and vaginal orga
It's 8 pm. I have been thinking about you. All day. Darkness is my partner. The sounds of generators working hard in various locations keep my company. I close my eyes to rest but pictures of you flash through my mind. I can feel myself in your arms. Your scent lingers on my nose. Your lips brushing mine as you tease me instead of kissing me. Your hands make their way all over my bosom but meet with the hardness of my bra. You're not deterred. You rip my buttons and make your way hungrily through my brassiere. I hear the clinking of the buttons as they litter the floor Naughty boy. You couldn't care less. I lie there moaning, tossing and turning like there was a snake in my loins. It pleases you. You whisper in my ear, asking if I love you. Fuck yes, you fool. You want to please me the more. You tell me you want me to scream till the neighbours hear. You want them to know you're the man. You put your hands in my loins and rub. Rub