ALL THE TIME...

The way that man makes love to me, I feel like I am the only woman on the planet.

He is deliberate and aggressive. It is illicit and downright nasty. He brings me to my knees and I like it...shit I love it. I love his desire for me...the hunger, the fire. I can barely think, all I can do is surrender and moan and call out his name almost begging. He does not want a beggar, he simply wants pleasure. I bend to his every touch, stroke, whisper. I am suspended in a place of twilight and reality.

He knows how to touch me...take me...and bring me back down.

I ache for him in ways that scares me. I go through my day with the memory of the last encounter playing in my mind. Oh baby it was so good, so so good soooo GOOD! I am more alive than I can ever remember. In his arms I am a vixen, seductress, Queen. I am shameless in my desire for his touch and taste.

There are moments when I am laying with him and the sound of his breathing arouses me and I want him again and again and again.

There is no end to this passion. I want him all the time.

All the fucking time.