Last night (13/1) was ….
The whole day we went to his work interview. 6 AM to 7 PM.
It was exhausting, we didn’t eat the whole day, hang in bamboo gazebo kuring restaurant for a plate of rice and prawn.
Drove home. My friend was visiting, we chatted. He went out to visit his friend. I swam at 8 PM, he came home at 11 PM.
I showered and just lied powerless.
Drained.
I hugged him and told him, “Let’s have sex tomorrow morning,”
“Why not now?”
“Because I’m knackered now. Aren’t you?”
He didn’t say a thing. He made me want it, eventhough I’m dead tired.
I reached for his penis and suck him gently.
I love to suck the head of his penis, I brushed his shaft, his corona with my tongue. He moaned.
He moved and opened me. He twirled his tongue in my nipple, suck them both, he was so delicate, no one suck my breasts the way he does. He kissed my vagina, he licked me gently and fingered me. It was so good I can’t see anything, I can only close my eyes and hold myself so I don’t explode.
I came.
I came so many times.
My body couldn’t stop for shaking, I was thrown so many times. And then he entered me. He fucked me so hard, it was a myriad of explosions. I really thought I am not in this world anymore. I came so many times, I can’t feel anything, my body, my legs,
I was murdered so many times.
He kept throwing himself to me and in my mind all I can think was, “I can’t take this, I can’t take this, help me, oh god I can’t I can’t I can’t.” I died so many times. I came so many times. It felt like forever. I though he would never came, but then he did.
I love how he gets so powerless and fragile everytime he came. He likes to stay inside me for a while, and I love to hug him and feel all his blood running through his body, he’s fallen and light. His heartbeat races. He just silently sink his face to my shoulder and rest. I hold him as if I’m holding a porcelain. I love him so much. I’ll take care of this piece of porcelain. I’ll take care of him. He can fuck me anytime, my legs are always open, wide, for him.
The whole day we went to his work interview. 6 AM to 7 PM.
It was exhausting, we didn’t eat the whole day, hang in bamboo gazebo kuring restaurant for a plate of rice and prawn.
Drove home. My friend was visiting, we chatted. He went out to visit his friend. I swam at 8 PM, he came home at 11 PM.
I showered and just lied powerless.
Drained.
I hugged him and told him, “Let’s have sex tomorrow morning,”
“Why not now?”
“Because I’m knackered now. Aren’t you?”
He didn’t say a thing. He made me want it, eventhough I’m dead tired.
I reached for his penis and suck him gently.
I love to suck the head of his penis, I brushed his shaft, his corona with my tongue. He moaned.
He moved and opened me. He twirled his tongue in my nipple, suck them both, he was so delicate, no one suck my breasts the way he does. He kissed my vagina, he licked me gently and fingered me. It was so good I can’t see anything, I can only close my eyes and hold myself so I don’t explode.
I came.
I came so many times.
My body couldn’t stop for shaking, I was thrown so many times. And then he entered me. He fucked me so hard, it was a myriad of explosions. I really thought I am not in this world anymore. I came so many times, I can’t feel anything, my body, my legs,
I was murdered so many times.
He kept throwing himself to me and in my mind all I can think was, “I can’t take this, I can’t take this, help me, oh god I can’t I can’t I can’t.” I died so many times. I came so many times. It felt like forever. I though he would never came, but then he did.
I love how he gets so powerless and fragile everytime he came. He likes to stay inside me for a while, and I love to hug him and feel all his blood running through his body, he’s fallen and light. His heartbeat races. He just silently sink his face to my shoulder and rest. I hold him as if I’m holding a porcelain. I love him so much. I’ll take care of this piece of porcelain. I’ll take care of him. He can fuck me anytime, my legs are always open, wide, for him.
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