I love sex. I have some type of love for all of my past fuck buddies, even if it's just for being able to fill a carnal need. But I must say the best sex is when you can open your eyes with your partner on top of you, look into their eyes, and the the look they give you makes you cum alone. That is the best sex. You rarely get such passion with sex, well at least not with fuck buddies. That's the difference between fucking and making love.
Two days ago, my boyfriend and I were both pretty sick. We had went away for the weekend, to visit his friends... which was an experience in and of itself as they are hardcore swingers. (I promise that will be a post soon) We went to grab late lunch at a Greek restaurant we always go to. The waiters know us, and even know what we're going to order. We sit in the same spot. It was where we had our second date. My boyfriend had been far more sick than myself, and knew I wanted him inside of me badly, but due to his illness, and lack of strength at the time, we postponed our romp.
As usual, I made not so subtle hints and jokes over the meal about how badly I wanted him. After the meal, we went to a health food and juice bar spot that he swears by. The older man that goes by the name Mr. Kim made us a strange concoction for our sore throats, and my boyfriend bought a miracle pill. At first I thought it was joke, but he really bought it. Now, let it be known that the last thing is a performance enhancement, so him taking this pill was funny to me. He's the only person that makes me cum four times from his tongue alone, and then twice when he's inside of me.
After leaving Mr. Kim's we went home to clean. I was doing dishes, and like always, had no pants on, just a pair of thongs and his sweatshirt. I hate pants, and never wear them when we're home (yes, we live together). He took the pill... and thirty minutes later he pulled my thongs down while I was doing dishes and stuck his fingers inside of me. Right when I was about to cum... he stopped, and walked into the bedroom. He called for me, as if I need encouragement, and I followed, jumping into bed on top of him. We kissed, tongues swirling around, wrestling, his hands raking my back as I pressed against him. I leaned forward, and took his hard, thick cock into my mouth. While I sucked his cock, he slid his fingers back inside, moaning when he felt how wet I was. While I swallowed his cock down my throat, he played with my clit, making me moan and grasp. Finally he pulled me by my hair (which I love) saying "I need to be inside of you." and flipped me over, opening my legs and sliding inside. Now, I didn't notice until he was inside... but his already thick cock seemed to stretch me even more than usual. Later, while reading about his little pill he took, I saw that it supposedly increased penis size. It definitely does.
I love making love to him because he's so passionate. His hands are all over my body, his lips sliding from my neck to my lips, and he fills me in ways no one else ever has. This was only round one out of four... and they were all amazing. I was so exhausted afterwards that I passed out for a good three hours... only to wake up, make love once more, then fall asleep in his arms.
I love being able to fall asleep with his arms around me, and waking up each morning to him still holding me. I love him so much.
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