My name's Michelle Drake and I'm a psychologist. I love what I do, listen to people's problems and help them with their situations while getting inside their minds in a mental sense. I don't mind earning a living from it, I just love it because I'm a good listener and very approachable. As busy as my day was, my own mind was occupied by something or more likely someone. My mind was on my boyfriend Randy. I just missed him so much because he was away overseas with the other wrestlers at a match over in Ireland. They had to stay put for a while because of the smoke from that volcano in Iceland and the flights had to be grounded. However, he did call on my cell phone to tell me that everyone's fine and all that. It felt good to hear his voice over the phone.
His voice wasn't the only thing I missed about him. I missed his tattooed arms wrapped around me as he holds me, his smile, his kisses, etc. I felt lonely and cold in my own bed, not being with him. I've heard from some of my friends, who are wrestling fans, say a lot of crap because they're not fans of his. What they say about him didn't matter to me. In my mind, wrestlers have what I called a Jekyll/Hyde complex to them because they have to fight in the ring and that in public they are actually nice.
Every now and then, I still think about my first time with Randy, which was a couple of months ago. Randy may look intense and dangerous, but when it came to having sex with me, he treats me really, really good. He really knew how to please me, especially with his hands and his mouth. Plus, he loves it when I'm on top of him. There was even this one time I returned the favor when I gave him a massage. I even surprised him by wearing a wig and having all these different massage oils. He loved my surprise and it made him feel a lot better. He also likes to surprise me too and not just in bed. Often times, he would send me flowers, cards, and chocolates and one time when I was in the hospital for a sprained ankle he sent me a candy bouquet.
I was in my office having a semi-busy day of talking and listening to my patients. Then, I heard a knock on my office door. I opened the door and there was Randy. I was so happy to see him as I walked up to him and hugged him. As I hugged him, he wrapped his free arm around my waist. After the hug, he gave me this lovely bouquet of long-stemmed pink roses. I thanked him for the flowers as I took out the old flowers and put in them in a vase next to the bookshelf.
"You're the only thing on my mind the whole time I was gone. I miss you so much, baby." He said to me as he pulled me close to his body.
I looked into his blue eyes and said, "I've missed you too."
Then, I softly kissed his lips as I placed my hands on to his back. Randy broke this kiss and he took off my glasses. He gently touched my face and said, "You look so beautiful, Michelle."
Randy returned my kiss, which was much deeper and more passionate. As we kissed, he loosened and took off my long black tie. My hands sliently slipped under his black short sleeved shirt to feel his hard, ripped body. We pulled apart as he unbuttoned my black ruffle-collared jacket. I took off my jacket while he unhooked my plain white corset was in front of my white blouse. He deeply kissed my lips again while his hands went up and down my back. Our tongues slowly danced in each other's mouths. He tasted like energy drink mixed with a hint of peppermint. I helped him take the shirt off from his body.
I said to Randy as I touched his chest, "I missed the feel of your body against mine."
I inhaled his scent, which was a mix of Axe, pheromones, and testoserone. He then slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time. His hands moved from my back to my shapely ass. He gave my ass a gentle squeeze with both of his hands.
He whispered, "Oh God, how I miss those curves of yours."
I was indeed a curvy woman. A curvy, voluptuous woman with a womanly figure. I unbuttoned the cuffs of my blouse before sliding it from my body. He started kissing up and down my neck while his fingers traced the outline of my black satin and lace bra. He reached around and unhooked the back of my bra, setting my lush, heavy breasts free. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my beige-colored comfortable couch, where my patients would sit or lay as they would tell me their problems. Once I got myself comfortable, Randy's mouth lowered to my breasts as he sucked and licked them. I sighed at the feel of his warm mouth on them. His hands then traveled down to the waistband of my plain black stretch pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants with one hand while his other hand supported the back of my head. Randy sat on the other end of the couch and took off my black platform Mary Jane shoes. He briefly massaged both of my feet before kissing my ankles. He helped me remove my pants from my body before tossing them aside, leaving me in my matching black satin and lace low-rise bikini panties.
He then pulled me close to him and deeply kissed my lips again. His lips moved down to the spot between my neck and shoulder while one of his hands stroked my midnight black hair. My nerves blazed at the feel of his lips there. He smelled my scent, made up of vanilla, dark chocolate, caramel, espresso, Dove soap, and pheromones. My arousing combination of scents had turned him on. I then kissed him back. After that, I kissed and licked down from his lips down to his ripped stomach. My hands caressed his body from his face all the way down to his waist.
My hands then stopped at the waistband of his dark jeans. Then, I noticed a wet precum spot on his boxer shorts as I took off his jeans.
