He upgraded his toy drawer. In the bedroom lay a black bondage toy. It has a nice pillow to hold your neck, the hands are bound and tied but it has a nice setting so that it can be really in any position. There are also the ties for the legs. You can be on your back, your body exposed, of course including your pussy, or you can be on your fours, and your ass in the air.
He could try all sorts of things on you, as you are lying on your back, he could jam his cock into your mouth and have you suck on it until it's rock hard. Then as you are on your fours, your ass in the air, he could lick you all over and lube you up and play with your ass. Then he could rub his erection against your body or stuff it back into your mouth. He could also take photos of you in these compromising positions, expect you to smile for the camera, or not, and then jam his cock into your mouth as he snapped shots, your mouth forced open and contoured in a way that made you look weird. He does not care.
He then fucked you and told you repeatedly how much he loved you and how much he loved the naked photos you sent to him night after night. Even though he never responded and told you that he received and loved them. He saves everything up and tell you all at once. How much he loves looking at the photos. How much he loves you. He says "I love you" each and every time he thrusts himself into you. You don't know how to return "I love you's" because he has murmured it with each thrust, and he has said it all, including your portion of it.
He takes out paddle to spank you with. A new chained leash around your neck. He said that he has purchased and used on you but you think he's thinking of someone else, that was new for you. He never had used it on you. Or maybe you were mistaken still: there was once he put you on a leash and pranced you around the room at a hotel room up and high.
When all is done he releases you and you were then sitting on top of him, his cock inside of your pussy. As the two of you sit together he bounced you up and down as if you were a kid and you were just sitting with him. Just then you came. This could be the very best orgasm you've had since you were 25 and dating this boy. He also went to your graduate school, also blond hair green eyed, also in the same field, you dated that boy shortly after him the first time around, it was as if you had a time. You had great sex with that boy. He also bounced you like you did. It was not a memory you thought you stored and remembered, but all of sudden you were back in that boy's apartment on Telegraph Hill, each time you'd pass his old apartment as you headed to him.
Five years you've been together. Today it was the best sex you've had since 1998. Odd how we reach milestone so unexpectedly. It was just a real short visit.
You watched him coming. He looked pained. It was so explosive. You felt that he did love you like he said. You fell asleep in his right arm, his other hand rested on your forehead. He held you like he held his children. Protective, yes, but also controlling, he said that he wanted you to be his and his only, and you tell him that's exactly what you are, his and his only. He says "okay." But how do you become his and his only? You want to live with him, take care of him and serve him. You want to fall asleep each and every night in his arms, and you wanted all of that since the beginning. Yet, all of your demands were met with science.
The only thing that is real is this fantasy. This fantasy that has been living since the two of you re-met.
People don't understand what love is. You gradually understand it. It withstand the test o time. It requires distance and separation. It mandates the parties to be willing to let it go.
Here is a test, you let it go. It bounces back to you. It just keeps on bouncing back to you.
You eventually live multiple lives just so that you could feel more in control. In this relationship, this true love relationship, the only thing you know to do is to be out of control, so that you could be his and his only.
He could try all sorts of things on you, as you are lying on your back, he could jam his cock into your mouth and have you suck on it until it's rock hard. Then as you are on your fours, your ass in the air, he could lick you all over and lube you up and play with your ass. Then he could rub his erection against your body or stuff it back into your mouth. He could also take photos of you in these compromising positions, expect you to smile for the camera, or not, and then jam his cock into your mouth as he snapped shots, your mouth forced open and contoured in a way that made you look weird. He does not care.
He then fucked you and told you repeatedly how much he loved you and how much he loved the naked photos you sent to him night after night. Even though he never responded and told you that he received and loved them. He saves everything up and tell you all at once. How much he loves looking at the photos. How much he loves you. He says "I love you" each and every time he thrusts himself into you. You don't know how to return "I love you's" because he has murmured it with each thrust, and he has said it all, including your portion of it.
He takes out paddle to spank you with. A new chained leash around your neck. He said that he has purchased and used on you but you think he's thinking of someone else, that was new for you. He never had used it on you. Or maybe you were mistaken still: there was once he put you on a leash and pranced you around the room at a hotel room up and high.
When all is done he releases you and you were then sitting on top of him, his cock inside of your pussy. As the two of you sit together he bounced you up and down as if you were a kid and you were just sitting with him. Just then you came. This could be the very best orgasm you've had since you were 25 and dating this boy. He also went to your graduate school, also blond hair green eyed, also in the same field, you dated that boy shortly after him the first time around, it was as if you had a time. You had great sex with that boy. He also bounced you like you did. It was not a memory you thought you stored and remembered, but all of sudden you were back in that boy's apartment on Telegraph Hill, each time you'd pass his old apartment as you headed to him.
Five years you've been together. Today it was the best sex you've had since 1998. Odd how we reach milestone so unexpectedly. It was just a real short visit.
You watched him coming. He looked pained. It was so explosive. You felt that he did love you like he said. You fell asleep in his right arm, his other hand rested on your forehead. He held you like he held his children. Protective, yes, but also controlling, he said that he wanted you to be his and his only, and you tell him that's exactly what you are, his and his only. He says "okay." But how do you become his and his only? You want to live with him, take care of him and serve him. You want to fall asleep each and every night in his arms, and you wanted all of that since the beginning. Yet, all of your demands were met with science.
The only thing that is real is this fantasy. This fantasy that has been living since the two of you re-met.
People don't understand what love is. You gradually understand it. It withstand the test o time. It requires distance and separation. It mandates the parties to be willing to let it go.
Here is a test, you let it go. It bounces back to you. It just keeps on bouncing back to you.
You eventually live multiple lives just so that you could feel more in control. In this relationship, this true love relationship, the only thing you know to do is to be out of control, so that you could be his and his only.
