How sprung is she?

She is sprung, and I don't mean the regular kind of sprung, I mean seriously sprung. She is soooo sprung. How sprung is she? I'm glad you asked.

She is so sprung...

... she cried when they climaxed.
... she sucked him until he came in her mouth and she swallowed.
... she let him ride bareback and cum inside of her.
... she didn't complain when he nibbled on her clit to hard.
... she allowed him to fuck her up the ass.
... she called him "Big Daddy."
... she cuddled with him afterward.
... she didn't mind him using her toothbrush.
... she cooked him breakfast the morning after.

and finally, she is so sprung, she now masturbates to visions of them together.

I told you she's sprung.

FB to a BF in the blink of an eye (Pt. 2)

In December I posted how he had gone from FB to BF in the blink of an eye, well that isn't all...just as seemlessly, he went from BF to being someone I truly care for...WTF!?!?

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

We had nights when we slept together and actually slept.
We had nights when we cuddled and I don't frickin' cuddle.
We had nights when we talked, shared and had real intimacy.
We were burgeoning on a real relationship...we began spending time vertically, with friends and out of the house.

Just as we were about to do this thing...for real...the rug got pulled from under us. He had to move 500 miles away for a job. And this is when it hit me, I really care for this man, and I want him in my life.

The sex was off-the-chain. His dick and my pussy just matched. He wasn't too big or too small; he had the right rhythm and he liked different positions. He enjoyed my orgasms more than his own, and he liked watching and assisting me with my toys.

He is a renaissance man. He has a master's degree in software engineering; he is an award winning restaurant manager and chef and he is a gifted musician and song writer. He dug the fact I'm a ballroom dancer, and he's truly turned-on with my knowledge of football.

He is fun. He likes to drink, party, hang out and chill at home. He enjoys listening to classical music and bumping & grinding to Ludacris. He has a nice sense of humor and laughs at my silliness. He is easy-going and gets along with my friends.

FUCK!
FUCK!
FUCK!

I miss him, and the good news is, he misses me. I'm not on this cliff alone.

I have no fucking clue how this happened...we were just supposed to be FBs.