i seem, these days, to exist in a state of want.
i want new boots. i want new jeans. i want that gorgeous 38″ flat screen monitor. but most of all? i just seem to want more.
i want more fucking even while i’m still fucking. even when i’m having a lovely ride i find myself, in advance, planning the next one. i, in short, want more while i’m still receiving.
this is a change from a month ago since at that point i was still gasping for breath and trying desperately to fit mr. big inside my recalcitrant vagina. i say recalcitrant because well, it was. there was protesting and groaning and general reluctant stretching to fit.
even after my little pussy finally stretched to receive his … offering and thoroughly enjoyed the fucking it received i need a recovery period. a rest period if you will. in fact, there was a little ‘under repair’ flag living on the lip of my entrance for many hours after shagging with the lovely man.
it was almost… dare i say it, cranky.
if you can be cranky and sexually satisfied at the same time that is.
but now? now? now i’m turning into little miss greedy guts. now i already want round two while i’m in the middle of round one!
what’s especially interesting about this is that sometimes, take last night as an example, i won’t be in the mood to start with. there i was, happily watching the hockey and he got bored.
and you know what my lover does when he’s bored?
he plays with me. he flirts with my skin and teases my inner thighs and traces a hand along my stomach until he’s bored again at which point he drags my bottoms off me and starts to snack.
i never did find out who won that game…
anyway i started out not particularly in the mood, in fact we were pretty sure we were going to sleep and then waking up for morning sex instead… and then?
oh yeah, all i wanted was to feel him inside me.
and while he was there? i was already planning the next round!
so even when i start out not in it i end up in the same place.
the state of want.
*pauses for thought* in fact i’m going to jump him right now…
