Archive | November 2, 2011

Addicted to love

I sat on the bed and then he started taking my clothes off.  Before I knew it we were making out fast and furious.  He was sucking on my nipples, which doesn’t do much for me, but he loves doing it.  His hand slid down between my thighs and then his finger slid into my tight wet pussy.  My breathing quickened and my body became tense.  He got on top of me and slowly slid inside, being careful not to hurt me.  It was a tight fit, but once inside it felt amazing.  When he came, I could feel him shooting inside me and it caused me to cum at the same time.  The orgasm was  long and intense.  I squeezed every drop from him and still wanted more.

This always ends the same way, but it was too late to worry about that.  It was only a matter of time before his mood changed.  Even knowing that I still wanted him inside me.  The love that I felt was enough to keep me coming back for more, more sex, more punishment, more heartache.  I always think it will be different this time around, but he always disappoints me.  Yes, the sex is amazing, but is it really worth all of this emotional scarring?

He had promised that this time would be different, that his head had cleared and he now knew for certain that he wanted me with him.  He had driven six hours to come and get me.  He had made love to me.  Then he left me, stranded, with tears streaming down my face.  Not even so much as a goodbye kiss was offered.  This was definitely rock bottom.  This is what I needed to make me see the light.  This time would be the last time.

Happy humping!