He ain’t fun no more or maybe he’s no fun at all and I’m disappointed. Blinded by the size cause he’s lacking in the action. Yeah, I had expectations and he made me believe he can deliver those goals as those were his as well. The imagination I have put together, creating all these juicy fantasies… just craving for the finale to hit. Overall, I’m disappointed in myself. Less and less of listening to what my body wants… more and more for my pleasurable needs. The need to want to please him and get his reactions for my orgasms.
My fingers were crossed for this man because his physique is so sexy and his aura… oh my, it pulls on me and it’s addicting. Hypnotized by his spell, it's so easy to want to be at his mercy. That’s how bad my attraction to him and I’m not ashamed of it.
Fuck. He has the potential of a freak nonetheless, but damn why am I so willing to wait for it to be released? He’s taking too long… my body is screaming to be treated.
What happened to the excitement of trying something new or just trying something different… why isn’t he excited to explore my body as I am to his? He allowed me to come out of my shell and take charge. I had never been allowed to take on the role of being the dominant one but he gave me the chance. I loved it. Yet, I haven’t been dominated. I long for his presence behind me, planting those lips to my neck to my shoulders. Holding my waist as he bends me forward to grace my spine to his kisses. That feeling makes me... just breathe.
My body is sensitive whenever I’m near and just one touch… I’m dripping. He can simply rest his head on my shoulder and just be as he normally is and instantly my mind comes up with any and every possible scenario for those lips to lay on me. Fuck me! I mean that literally… I’m not tired of doing the same thing because truthfully it gets me but damn. I got to have it. Let me that see that hunger you for me. If there is any… I’m fighting with myself with the last of treatment my mind keeps telling me I’m missing. I’m so frustrated. Why can I get this man to get on me?
Let me be your breakfast you eat. Let me be that NyQuil to put you to bed. Just let me see you on me… instead of me on you. I hate to wait… but damn he’s got me tight on a leash. He just doesn’t even know it.
I know it’s been a while since we talk but man… I’m over here mesmerized by the potential versus what it really could be all that's offered. I wanted to please by the dreams I wish to see for me. Maybe that’s just me but until then I’m taking and giving what I can. So next time, let's hope it comes true and I come back to tell you how it is.
Love,
Me.
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