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Most people in my position, might get mad that they aren’t getting treated with the respect celebrities are used to, but I have been so desperate for someone to just be fucking honest that this is more refreshing than anything. I don’t even want to admit how much this is turning me on. Finally finding a woman who doesn’t fall at my feet feels like the thing my life has been missing for years.
His brown eyes stare back at me like I am the sun, moon, and stars. No one has ever looked at me like that. I feel like he would fall at my feet if I asked him to, and he would thank me for the opportunity.
want it to feel equal. I want to feel the same pleasure that men are allowed to feel, and if I don’t, then it isn’t worth it to me to fuck someone.
He kisses me with a passion I have never known. I have been led to believe that men don’t enjoy kissing the way that I do. I thought they only did it to get to the fucking faster. Yet, here I am, getting kissed like my life depends on it, and it’s getting me so fucking wet I can’t believe it.
His hands are in my hair and on my ass as if he can’t get quite enough of me. As if he needs to touch every part of me now or he will fucking die. I have never felt hotter. I have never thought about my appearance less. I have never had this good of a time during sex, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
“Yeah, say my fucking name,” he groans into my ear, making pleasure run down my spine. “God, you are so fucking tight,” he whispers again, making another orgasm build higher and higher in my body. His way with words is gonna be the thing to send me over the edge for the second time tonight.
When the man in front of me looks at my tits for the fifth time in the last two minutes, I excuse myself. I don’t care if it’s rude anymore. It’s rude to look at me like a piece of meat, but he doesn’t seem to mind doing that.
