I don't even know where to begin. I've been in love with this man for as far back as I can remember. At least, I believe it is love. We tell each other stories and fantasies. We flirt, we gossip. We want to hang out, see each other. However, he has a wife and one or two kids.
"So, how can I love him?"
"How can I let him love me?"
On some days, I feel it's a control thing. I just love how commanding he is. Everything he says just turns me on. They make me want him badly.
Maybe, that's how it is for him too. The things I say make him hot and bothered and then, he wants me. Sometimes, he wants to leave and be with me. However, it's only for a second or two. Then, he remembers what he has at home.
"Also, how could I let him leave?"
"How could I let him choose me? "
I'd be the biggest whore ever to take someone from a family for my own selfish wants and needs. Yet, I want him, I desperately need him.
I need the way that he commands every bit of attention from me as soon as he opens his mouth. I long to feel his fingers encircle my wrists and pin them above my head while he pushes me up against a wall. The way he would shove my legs apart and get his body up against me. Damn. How I want that every single day for the rest of my life.
He'd know that I don't have a bra on. He would lean down and take my nipples in his mouth, nibbling and sucking them through my t-shirt. The sexy way he'd bite my nipples is hard enough to bruise them, but not hard enough to hurt me.
He'd drop my wrists and grab my face kissing me rough and hard at first and then, slowly making it gentle and loving just like every other part of this thing we have.
He is older than me and treats me like I'm his and only his. I call him daddy.
He'd drag me to the bed and lay me down gently. He would climb up on the bed with me and grab my leggings and slide them down. He'd rub my thighs like I don't know what he is about to do. He'd slowly start kissing them, touching them, nibbling them and biting them.
His hands slide to my ass, grabbing and squeezing it. Then he'd slowly breathe on my soaking wet pussy driving me insane. He'd kiss my smooth mound slowly, agonizingly taking one small taste. He'd lift my legs over his shoulder pressing his face up against my wetness, slowly and teasingly playing with his tongue. It all would make me all hot and bothered.
I'm squirming at this point, dying for him to devour me to let me cover his tongue. However, he continues to take his time. As I roll my head back with each little flick of his tongue, he slowly starts sucking and slurping me, burying his face in me. My hands are in his hair. I rise up to meet his every move, grinding against his tongue, begging for sweet release.
There, I once again beg him to be mine.
"What kind of selfish person am I?"
