‘Get on the bed,’ I say, my desire taking control. ‘Lie down.’
I stare at his lean, muscular body as he clambers onto his bed. As much as I want to feel him inside me, I also want to prolong the build up a little.
And I do love a soixante neuf.
You may recall from my previous post about Jim that he’s very, very well endowed in the trouser department. You might also recall that he broke tradition last time and gave my minky a fabulous time with his tongue.
I guess we’ve probably all, at some point, come out of a relationship, as either the dumpee or the dumped, and only afterwards realised how relieved we are to be free of it. How quickly we adjust to our personal situations! I’ve always found it a bit weird – the way we adjust to changes […]