The Return of the Kiwi

As Christmas approached it seemed right to phase him out. The Kiwi had been great fun but it was never going anywhere and I had my eye on another. He was due to go skiing and I had a trip directly after, so it would be some time before we would see each other anyway.

Christmas came and went and some pleasant "have a good Christmas" messages were exchanged. During the latter part of my trip the not very chatty Kiwi started to send more messages asking what I was doing, who I was catching up with, how it was going etc and a regular and fun exchange of messages ensued.

He made it clear that on my return he intended for us to meet up. I was pleased but fairly casual about it given I had made arrangements to see at least one other guy (just for dates at that stage). As the messages continued the Kiwi decided to tell me what he wanted to happen when we caught up. The information he provided became more detailed and a vivid picture started to emerge. 

We kept the chat casual and agreed it would be great to catch up, he acknowledged that it was most likely I was just passing the time with him but he said he was good with that and quite frankly he would happily sign up to being my sex slave! I couldn't really argue with that. The Kiwi is 7 years younger than I and happy to just have fun without the complexities of a relationship and expectations.

The exchange of when, where and what we would do continued. We struggled to set up a date and his frustration at this was stated. He wanted to see me and act on our intentions ASAP. 

We finally arranged a date and four or five weeks since our last encounter had passed by this stage. As much as everything we had discussed sounded amazing I told him that due to our absence from one another we may need to just see how it went, my concern being, what if we didn't find each other as attractive now? As soon as I saw him that concern was eliminated and seemingly he had no such worries.

We chatted in the kitchen for about an hour over a drink.  We sat up on the work tops sharing stories of what we got up to over Christmas. What I enjoyed was not having to temper, tame or omit anything when telling him what happened. He is as laid back as they come and it seemed like anything would go.

We laughed about our antics and in particular my stories about my first family Christmas in a decade! I suddenly felt like we had found our way of being, we had talked a lot before but the continued contact over Christmas which was decidedly more than our usual "fancy catching up this week?" seemed to have helped.

He came toward me and I knew he was going to kiss me. It was a giggly and passionate kiss. His hands were in my hair and then all over me. As he kissed me purposefully and then kissed my neck I let my nails drag down his back and grabbed at his hair...I wanted him so much!

We would normally let it happen where ever the mood took us but the suggestion was made to go upstairs and so we did. We held hands up to my room and continued the kissing. We started to undress ourselves and then each other. I was then pushed on to the bed and he kissed up and down my body until I was trembling, each time he passed my breasts he paid them more and more attention and sucked and kissed them with a growing sense of urgency. He started to grab at me and I was desperate for him to do something to me, he asked what I wanted and rather breathlessly I said "just do what you do."

He smiled at me and his mouth made his way down my body until I felt his hot breath on my clitoris and his tongue made contact; I threw my head back and let the rush take over me.

The enthusiasm was more than you could ever wish for. He took genuine pleasure from what he was doing. The first orgasm was intense and fast and he refused to stop there, he became a little gentler before building back up to the second. His tongue was everywhere, inside me and all over me. He rocked his head in to me and the intensity was hard to take so he pinned me down in order to hold me there...I have bruised thighs as a reminder of this. 

For the third he pulled my legs apart by my ankles as far as he could, I'm pretty flexible and he was making the most of it. By this point I had orgasmed twice so he upped it for the third, with my legs as far apart as possible he sucked and caressed me until I was bucking under him. He controlled my movement by pulling me up and affectively suspending me by my ankles...he is very strong! The third was deep and I almost whimpered as the climax built, the sweet mix of overwhelming intensity and an orgasm that comes stabbing through your body.

After the third I wriggled away. "You need a safe word" he says, "if you were tied up right now I would keep going and you were struggling away at points, you won't be able to when I tie your legs down." For the first time ever I genuinely felt a safe word is actually needed. There is still an air of mystery about him but I trust him enough to let him tie me up and of course I want to enjoy it.

He pulled me up the bed and pushed my legs apart, I felt him inside me and it was already amazing, he is rather large but this time it felt ok, but then came the rest! Holy shit! I shouted out immediately and he laughed so I giggled and said "I think I forgot how big you are." The sex was quick, hard and he came in no time. Given what he had done for me I had no issue with this, plus it was only 5pm and we were there for the night. 

We lay there after sex and I asked him if he knew the actual size of his manhood. He laughed and said he didn't, he added that he knows it's not small but girls always tell you that you are big anyway. I advised that I wouldn't unless it was but also girls would tell him that as it was much bigger than average because it's true and they probably found it overwhelming too. He has agreed to letting me measure it, I didn't get round to it this time as we didn't really get out of bed! The sex continued through to 5am at which time he had to get up to head back in to the city. 

Sunday sees part two of what is now referred to as 'naked Sunday' and I can't wait to see what he has in store for me. He has advised that I do stretches and a warm up and he wants to start at 2pm this time. I can't wait!!! 

Dating in Multiples

Dating in multiples may not be for everyone. Many will say they struggle for one date but maybe they haven't quite gotten with the online programme. POF opened a whole new avenue of opportunity for many but the front runner at present is Tinder.

The basic idea of stating you like the look of someone and knowing they feel the same gives an equality to your relationship from the start.  There is a confidence that gives a positive feel to your initial contact with your Tinder kindsman.

If used correctly a steady flow of dates can be achieved. Last week saw 4 dates with 3 different Tindermen. A first date (with Wall Street), a first and second (with Surfer) and a third date (with Kiwi). The third date person has neither asked me or been asked about any other dating activity which apparently means it's ok to see others.

Every date was good. Each guy is nice, interesting, attentive and fun but without one another it doesn't work. They may not realise it but they each get the best of me because time is snatched and there is no time to discuss work issues or something that may be getting us down its only the fun stuff. I'm on a high from my last date when I go on the next and I'm in a permanent mode of carefree and flirty. I am also feeling confident and attractive.

I appear to not need anything from my dates except a good evening. I won't ask them for anything or burden them with any concerns and they will therefore yearn to see me again. What they enjoy of me is born out of the fact I am seeing more than just them (though they may not know this)...if they try to change this then they risk changing what they like.

A friend asked why one isn't enough. She quite rightly pointed out that I like the guy I saw for a third date. I'll maybe see him twice this week and once for sure, we will keep in touch a little in between but it will be light conversation and 'checking in' rather than truly catching up.

After a successful first date Wednesday I saw Mr Third Date Thursday and we had a fab evening. We arranged to see each other the following week. Saturday was a day with the girls...it looked likely to end early so I arranged a second date with Wednesday date. He was keen to see me again ASAP.

I manage my diary in an enviable way, I balance my dates and still have time for my friends. When arranging a date I normally find myself saying, "I can do Tuesday, Friday or the week after." By giving options I am making myself available, as they are specific days and I am "busy" otherwise it makes me more interesting. If they can't do the days then they go a week without seeing me...99% of the time they are or can make themselves available.

The dates will often ask what I am doing. I vowed to myself I wouldn't lie and manipulate so I am honest but I omit information. I will tell them I'm out to dinner, ice skating, going to the theatre, going for cocktails etc with a friend or friends. No further questions are asked other than "did you have a good time?"

I didn't see myself as a multi-dater and its not been an intentional move, more a natural progression off the back of a new dating app. How would I feel if the guys are doing the same? I think I can honestly say I don't care, not at present anyway.

As long as everyone's happy right..?

Midnight Caller

He was determined to meet for our first date soon and tried for brunch on Sunday. I explained I couldn't so he tried for the afternoon and then the evening before finally giving up. I commented that he was clearly not used to being told no! He text most of Sunday and then again Monday.

He had his work Christmas party that evening; a black tie sit down dinner. He wasn't looking forward to it, the party is a Monday night and he's been in work since 7am and will need to be in by 7am the next day.

Through the evening he sends a few texts then announces he is leaving the party. He vents his frustration that he can't see me soon and says he might just jump on a train to see me. I'm an hour out of the city so I laugh at him.

He sends a few more messages and then a photo of the train board at Clapham Junction which shows the last train of the evening to my town. I giggle and tell him he is silly. He then texts to say he is on the train...he lives in Fulham so it's odd he was even on that platform, he wouldn't surely?

The texts continue and a new picture comes through, it's the on board train information and it states its bound for my town. This is starting to feel a bit crazy, I wondered if maybe a friend was heading that way and he'd arranged to have pictures sent to him so be could use them to wind me up?

He continues to state his intention to see me, it's gone midnight so I am not totally believing him but just in case I say to get off at East Croydon. He says he won't and then says he wants to just see me even if it is brief. I'm having none of it but he goes on and on. He says its an adventure and I should just go with it. I tell him be is being very unfair...I still don't quite believe him but its niggling that he genuinely could be en route.

It's almost half past midnight now and he is still insisting he is coming. I tell him to get off at Gatwick and get a cab home or stay in a hotel. I try to make the point that this isn't my problem. He sends a picture of his business card to somehow show he's a "decent fellow" in his words; apparently being a hedge fund manager doesn't make you a serial killer. Hello...have you seen American Psycho?

He says he made a promise to himself not to waste anytime. He had some sad news on the weekend about a friend so he's decided to live a bit more. I explain that I feel like I am being guilted in to seeing him and that's not ok. He says its not like that and he has butterflies. He then says "oh god, I've messed up. I'm sleeping in a ditch aren't I?"

He sends a picture of a pin drop on a map which does indeed confirm he is just one train stop away. This is mental!! It's almost 1am!! 

He calls me, it's the first time I hear his voice and my first thoughts are about how posh he is, its like taking a call from Prince Charles. He sounds freaked out...the long train ride has clearly taken the adrenelin rush away.

We talk for a bit and discuss his options. I don't know why but I say he can see me and then go. He is given my addresss which he immediately relays to the cab driver. Shit! I jump out of bed and put a bit of coverup and lipgloss on my unmade face. I was in bed naked so I pull on a pair of jeans with a belt and a fluffy jumper and I quickly tidy up.

He comes down the path and I open the door to let him in. It's 1.10am and I realise that as crazy as I think he is I am the mad cow letting a strange man in at this hour! I offer him a drink and make us both tea.

We sit and giggle away at what he has done. "I'm a trading geek who never does anything crazy, random or spontaneous," he announces. He then says its my fault, apparently I am fun and free spirited and this has encouraged him. I'm way out of my comfort zone I offer so its certainly not my doing. 

We chat away until gone 3am just getting to know each other. I ask him what time he has work and he says 7am. I look at trains and see they will run again in 2 hours so I find myself offering for him to have a lie down for a couple of hours. He is happy with that idea so I book a cab for 5.20am and show him to his room.

His room for the night is mine. He suddenly susses that he is getting my bedroom and I am taking the spare and he says he feels really uncomfortable. He then comes in to the spare room and comes toward me, I put my hand out to stop him getting too close and he spins me and sits on the spare bed. "I am staying in here," he says. We argue; the debate being he is a guest in my house and will sleep where he is told. He then pulls me on to the bed and starts tickling me, I am giggling away and I forget this stranger only arrived a couple of hours ago!

He hugs me and starts to get sleepy. Go in the larger bed I say. He gets up and as I turn to lie down on the spare he grabs my hand and pulls me with him. We go in to the main bedroom and the play fighting continues, this time we add in pillows and hit each other with them until we collapse in to an exhausted heap laughing.  He asks me to stay with him. I smooth his head and say, "until you sleep I will." 

He gets sleepy and I start to think about leaving him to get a little sleep. He then suddenly sits up, grabs my face and kisses me. I am so sleep deprived it takes a moment to register. I find myself kissing him back and then he pulls me to him. We kiss and roll around on the bed. We then stop and laugh our heads off, "oh my god what are we doing?" I say. "I don't know, but I don't want it to stop,"he says.

The  kissing continues, it's now 4.20am and this is truly nuts. He tells me that I am "smoking hot and really sexy" with "the most beautiful angelic face." I smile not really knowing what to say to that. He then adds "you've blown me away." I am starting to feel blown away myself. 

I tell him to get some rest and make it clear sleeping with each other is not an option. He starts to discuss when he can see me again and suddenly he's lining up further dates, not just one but three! I tell him he should sleep and he say he wants to but he can't stop kissing me. 

We kiss more and its great, he pauses only to tell me how attractive he finds me and how he knows he is going to enjoy me in bed when the time comes and then my alarm goes off, wow it's 5 am!!

I get him up and organise towels, I run downstairs to make him a coffee. He has not slept all night and he looks tired now. The taxi calls to say they are outside at 5.18am and we have our kiss goodbye. I shut the door behind him and start laughing, it all feels surreal. I could go back to bed but I am wired.

At 5.30am it sinks in what actually happened and I am surprised at myself. It's going to be so hard to explain this to friends. I text a few of them goodnight yesterday and since then I have effectively had a date!

The day is painful after no sleep but I'm doing ok. Wall Street texts to say how horrible a journey it was and how in need of sleep he is. He then texts to say he is leaving lunchtime and coming back?! What?

He does what he says, tired and sleep deprived be takes a train away from the city to come to see me. He arrives in a cab and I let him in. He opts for tea again and we sit and chat. He is exhausted and I wonder why he has come to see me again. He is a little grumpy and as we chat and I giggle away we seem like strangers again, I am upbeat even though I haven't slept and he is almost comatose.

The chat we have starts to show the difference between my giggly silly humour and enjoyments to his overly serious, 'look at me in a grown up job' ways. He is too serious and a little stuck up.

He falls asleep and then awakens suddenly. I ask if he is ok and he leans forward and kisses me. The kiss is good but he gets very excited, his kissing is firm and he is pressing himself to me. His body starts to tremble. I like to think I can make a man weak, who wouldn't but actually seeing it is a little different. That level of excitement and trembling over this kiss just didn't feel right. Maybe it was because I wasn't trembling?

I talk him in to getting a cab and making his way back home. "You need your own bed," I advise. Cab booked I tell him that he has made me laugh so much and I loved our random encounter but without the spontaneity and craziness of that situation I didn't think we were right for each other. He looked disappointed, kissed my cheek and said goodbye. I checked he made it home ok which he did.

If he hadnt have come back that afternoon I would have definitely wanted to see him again but seeing someone look vulnerable and being a bit grumpy at such an early stage is not fun. I need a man not a child!

Two days passed and he's back. His text simply says "I'm seeing you again."

Why hasn't he called?

He doesn’t like you that much. In a nutshell as much as he probably thought you were attractive and you got on well enough he didn’t like you that much and that’s it.

We girls are forgiving and we will often dream up a happy ending even when faced with the shitty facts. When we have a date we will it to go well, we imagine what it could look like months down the line and play out scenarios in our head. We plan for days in advance what we will wear and how we will style our hair and makeup.

To a guy it’s the chance to hopefully meet a fit bird; he will grab his usual ‘lucky’ shirt and head off to meet you after rubbing a bit of gel through his hair.

You’ll work hard to make a good first impression and be flirty and charming. You will sit there reminding yourself to do regular makeup checks so you look your best and he will sit there thinking about using the bathroom every half an hour seeing as the date is mainly drinks based.

There may be a little touchy feely on the date, if not, at the end he will likely go in for the goodnight kiss as this is a standard way to end the night. How does he draw it to a close otherwise? He may say he’d like to see you again and he will be in touch and he may simply say “I’ll call you.”

At this stage it means nothing, not a thing. Let’s see if he actually calls you. Most guys if keen will text to see if you got home ok, or text the next morning. Unless they are keen to get a physical date confirmed shortly after you’ve met then it ain't gonna happen.

If this isn’t happening but there is still a little contact you have been placed on the back burner, your role there is to wait as he may decide to see you again after all. Regardless it makes him feel good to know you are there if he needs you.

You will wait and wonder if he’s going to make that move and arrange to see you. Seems he’s gotten really busy with work this week and has those things coming up this weekend that have been booked in a while. No doubt he will pick back up with you in a week.

To know whether or not he is keen is simple. If he is, he is and it'll be obvious. He will arrange to see you again and set the date and I mean a fixed date not an “ill sort something out for the next week or so,” it’s a “so Tuesday at 7pm at Gordon’s.” Stop torturing yourself and either a) tell him you want to see him again outright so you know once and for all if he is up for it or b) know when you are being back burnered (made up word) and move on.

It was just one date for goodness sake and he was not the things you dreamt of. Go find another date and dream up a whole new range of scenarios….please!!!

Untitled - Chapter One (SE)

Untitled by Seren

Chapter One

I don't think I've said it yet but I feel like I'm saying it in my head. "Stop," Shit this isn't funny anymore. "Baby please, baby can you hear me...help me." I feel the fear grip me and I want this to stop, "yellow," I say then again "yellow," this time I am screaming it. "Yellow….yellow…..yellow."

His hands grip my throat and I am overpowered. Fuck I am so stupid always thinking I am so strong and can handle getting in to a bit of rough but this is different, this time I am not excited scared I am genuinely scared. My head hurts as his hands tighten on my throat and I feel myself slipping, Oh Jesus he could actually be about to kill me. I try to wriggle and fight him but he is pressing his hands in to my throat and I am exhausted. I just can’t fight him anymore.

The hotel door makes that buzzing noise like a key card has been placed in it. I wonder if I am hearing something I want to hear but hope grips me as light fills the room and he bursts in. He has a gun...what the fuck? A gun! He holds it up to the guy and he quickly gets off me, "get off my girl," he says and the guy does is backing away from me with great haste. "Mate this was fun I wasn't going to harm her, honestly, I would never have hurt her." He doesn't look at me or say anything to me, he just says to the guy "get your shit and get the fuck out," the guy gets his clothes, half dresses quickly and leaves. He doesn't look back or say anything. Mike shuts the door behind him and locks it.

He flips all the lights on and walks over to me; I am scrunched in a ball on the bed. My head hurts so badly but I know I am safe now and I suddenly start to sob. It comes in waves and Mike holds me tight. I feel a tear splash down on to my face from his. He's crying! I sit up and look at his face. "I love you, baby I fucking love you, I'm so sorry, oh god I wasn't going to come I thought you were messing round; shit a moment or two longer..." He is talking so quickly and he looks distraught, the fear in his eyes is so hard to see. "Sssh now," I say, "I don't know if he was going to harm me it just didn't feel right."

I have never seen Mike cry. I've seen him emotional but never crying and I can't bear it. I see how much he cares for me and how much he loves me. I love him in a way I never thought possible. I get a crazy feeling every single time I think of him...I don't just feel it in my belly it consumes my entire body. I am totally and utterly blown away by him. I wasn't sure I could ever love someone who likes what he likes but I do and I feel how much he loves me too.

"Take me home," I say. He grabs my things and puts his jacket on me and we leave the room. He puts the key cards on the side and leaves the door ajar. As we walk through the foyer he says to the receptionist, “we are done with room 305, the key cards are in there," she's about to say something but he is already walking away. He is in control always, he does his own thing but is respectful and in a round about way he does as he should just provided it’s on his terms.

We get outside and jump in to a cab. Ten minutes and we are home, Mike pays the driver and I walk ahead in to the foyer of our apartment complex. "Good evening Mrs R," I love Gerald on reception and I always have time for him but I don't want to chat tonight. I wave and say "hello Gerald I'm afraid I am feeling a little under the weather this evening so I'm going to go straight up," he looks concerned "oh Mrs R please let me get the lift for you." Mike comes over and joins us, "Gerald you are a true gent, thank you." Mike ushers me in to the open lift and presses floor 10, we both shout goodnight to Gerald. I am held tight as we ride the lift.

We walk in to our apartment and I am relieved to be home. "When do you want to talk about it?" I look at Mike, "I'm ok”, I say “I want to bathe and sip some wine and then I want you to take me to bed, let’s just do that for now." He picks the bottle of Pinot Noir up from the side, opens it and says "I'll pour you a glass in a bit," he then pours some cognac in to a glass, opens the ice tray and adds a few cubes and passes it to me. "Sit and have this first," I do as I am told.

Mike walks toward the bathroom and I hear the taps turn and the water gush out, a faint smell of Rose comes from the room and I see candles being lit. He comes toward me takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom; he undresses me tenderly and holds my hand as I step in to the rather warm water. He walks out and then returns with a glass of noir. He kisses the top of my head and leaves again.

I can hear him in the bedroom, no doubt he is making the room lovely and welcoming, he then returns with my phone on the docking station and selects Ludivcio Einadi. "I love you," he says. "And I am bandy for you," is my response.

I lie in the bath and think about the night. Mike is never far away when I am with another guy. He wants me to have fun and be safe but he also likes to be with me when I am done. We started out like this and three years in this is what we do. When I'm with a guy I call Mike so he can listen in. Once the guy I am with leaves Mike comes to the room. He says he likes to know I have been pounded by someone and then he takes me.  Knowing I am often sore he is tender with me as I tell him all the detail of what I have done.

Mike comes in to the bathroom and holds out a clean, fluffy robe, its emblazoned with a star and the letter S, the initial stands for the name he calls me. Seren means star. To anyone else it’s probably a squiggle and a design but as soon as I saw it what it meant. It’s amazing that I can look at the fresh plump white robe and feel a rush of love; I step out and stand naked in front of Mike. He still looks me up and down like it’s the first time he is seeing me and his eyes look like they want to possess my body. It used to intimidate me and it still gives me a flutter but I now live for that look.

I don’t look as I would ideally like to but I am probably the best I have been in a decade, at 34 I think I had a choice to get my body in order or let it go. My face is a little younger looking and I am very curvy. Mike told me quite early on that he saw my big round ass walking through London Victoria and he wanted to own it. Weirdly I didn’t feel at all upset when he said it I just remember feeling proud of my arse and thankful that it had attracted him, maybe the size of it was a good thing if it caught his eye.

I now workout three times a week and try to do lunges and weights to tone. My legs will always be big but they have a better shape now. My breasts are fairly firm thanks to the weights and my arse although not much smaller is tighter than it was. I am still a bit overweight but I think I have a balance of being able to enjoy wine and good food with getting and keeping a fairly toned shape. I suppose in some ways I did it for Mike but also for me, I wanted to feel better in front of him and be able to enjoy him without the self-conscious feeling I had. From the first time I slept with him I started to get fit and balance my intake with two days of fasting each week.

I step in to the robe and Mike wraps it around me, he turns me to him and pulls the tie tight to my middle. “Like a perfect little parcel,” he says to me. He holds me close to him and guides me through to our bedroom. The cushions have been taken off the bed and the covers pulled back. There is a scented candle burning in the corner reflecting off the mirrors over the wardrobes Mike had built in. We walk toward the bed and he opens my robe, rubs it up and down my body to dry me off and drops it to the floor, I am once again naked. Mike kisses my neck and shoulders and gently runs his fingers through my hair tilting my head back as he traces his tongue up my neck.

He is so gentle with me but I feel an ache in my neck as I lift my head back, I suppose its tender from where the guy tried to throttle me. Shit, did that actually happen just a few hours ago? Mike picks up a black chemise he set aside and holds it up over my head, “lift your arms,” he says and I do as requested. He slips the chemise over me and I feel the cold satin slip down my over my nipples, my body gives a little shiver.

Mike looks at me, “are you ok?” I feel like I am so I nod, in fact when I am with him I feel like nothing can get to me. I feel like he coats me in something so no harm can come to me. As soon as I step away from him I feel vulnerable to all the things others are vulnerable to. I never knew I could love like this. Head over heels has nothing on how I feel. I am consumed by him and he is my obsession.

I get in bed and Mike jumps in right beside me. I wrap myself around him, he kisses me and I can feel his breath in my hair, he whispers “my sexy ass oyster,” he has always laughed at how I cling to him and has called me oyster, and that’s how pearl was named. “I think I’m going to kiss pearl,” he says, he shifts down the bed and wraps his lips around me, he moves his head from side to side and rocks my body. He once told me that he was going to give me the “head of my life” and he was right. He puts his all in to kissing, licking and nibbling between my legs and it drives me insane. I am cupped in his mouth as he rocks his face and licks at me until I cum to a crashing orgasm, it’s always so intense that I literally scream out and there have been times I have been brought to tears.

The orgasm is amazing. Mike doesn’t let up when he gives me oral; he goes hard and fast as I feel my orgasm build and it’s almost a sharp sudden pain of an orgasm but it feels so fucking sweet and it literally takes my breath away.

He kisses my mouth and asks if I taste good, he has always liked making me kiss him or suck his fingers after they have been used in and on me. “Mmmmm” I say and he slips in to me. Mike has a long and fairly thick penis. If I could choose it I’d make it a little shorter as there are some days it feels too much but then I suppose I wouldn’t be telling him when it felt that way and I know how much he loves to hear it.

My legs are spread apart and flat out, it’s a basic position but we are doing this gently tonight. I move my pelvis in time with him and he kisses me throughout. Our hands are running up and down each other’s bodies and in to our hair. Mike’s hair is thick now, I like that he has grown it and I like the feel my fingers in his hair when we make love.

I close my eyes and rock with Mike, our breathing is quite evenly matched and we both gasp and moan as we build to our climax. It’s so important to him that we both cum and he will do all he can to get it to happen at the same time. This happens almost always, when we want it to we can but I’m pretty relaxed about it. The sex is sensational so I can live with the odd occasion it’s not a perfect syncronisation but I know Mike won’t allow for that.

I push my head back in to the pillow and let out a long moan, Mike smiles at me and we move together. Tonight I want to forget that another man was in me and I just want to think of Mike, I look at him and see his face change as the orgasm builds in him, his eyes are so intense and he looks like he is getting high on something. I think sex is his drug and this is a habit that has been passed to me. For this man I am a total junkie.

We look at each other and Mike is close to cumming, I get so turned on every time I see that in his face. I let my head float back and I push my pelvis, I can feel it coming and then its there. My entire body lets out a shudder and Mike thrusts hard and deep and then pushes his dick in to me as hard as he can as he cums inside me.

My mouth has gone dry from the gasping and moaning. I look around for some water and then Mike gets up, “do you want a drink sweetheart?” I ask for some water and Mike returns with a bottle of Evian. He won’t let me have a glass by my bed for fear I will smash it in the night and hurt myself.
 

I sip some water and offer it to Mike which he declines. “Let’s sleep,” he says. We lie there in the juices of our sex and Mike pulls me in to him. We will spoon like this all night. When I wake up in the morning I know I will be in the same embrace and that makes me feel so safe.

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