just left. He came to pick up his belt. He ‘forgot’ it the other day when he was here. Desire burns in his eyes when he looks at me. He looks as me as if I am the sexiest woman in the world. I it; it makes me feel incredible, beautiful, and sexy. I’m not afraid to be myself with him. I feel like I’ve known him for years.

Usually, I am somewhat self-conscious in bed1 because I can’t stop thinking about how imperfect my body is – with its excess fat and bright pink scars leftover from self-injury. However, it barely crosses my mind when I’m with him.

As soon as he got here, he kissed me deeply and said, ‘Hey beautiful, I’ve missed you. How have you been?’ He acted as if it had been a few weeks, instead of a few days, since we last saw each other.

WARNING: It gets graphic from here.

His belt was in my bedroom so I walked in there to get it for him. He followed me. Then he shut the door behind us. He was aware that it is that time of the month before he came over, so he knew we weren’t going to have .

He took off his shoes and then lay down on my bed. I sat down and he pulled me close to him. He said he wanted to hold me. I laid my head on his chest; while he gently stroked my back, I stroked his chest. I looked into his eyes and I saw how much he wanted me. I kissed him long and hard. Then he started kissing my neck. He grew hard as a rock. I gently rubbed him through his pants and a little moan escaped his lips.

He cupped and squeezed my breast and then he teased my nipple through my shirt. He then ran his hand up my shirt and started playing with my nipple ring until my nipple grew hard. He licked it and then took it into his mouth while teasing my other nipple with his fingertips.

For a brief minute, I thought about the recent scars on my belly. He must have guessed what I was thinking because he started kissing them. Then he said he wanted to take my pain away and protect me. He’s either a great person or he’s the King of the game. Either way, I like the way I feel when I’m with him.

I wanted him so badly. I silently cursed Mother Nature for her bad timing. I wouldn’t let him pleasure me completely because I’m not quite comfortable enough to have sex with him while I’m on my period. However, I wanted to pleasure him. I kissed him again and while our tongues were swirling around each other, I unfastened his belt and pants. Then I took him into my hand and started stroking his cock. He moaned again, which encouraged me to continue. I didn’t stop until he came. His satisfaction was enough for me.
After he cleaned up, we lay down and began kissing again. He told me he didn’t mean for us to go that far, but he couldn’t resist me. He definitely knows how to make a woman feel desirable.

I invited him to come over Thursday after he gets off . Aunt Flow should be gone by then :D

God, I’m such a horndog sometimes.
I listened to Crash Test Dummies – Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm while writing this post

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