What better way is there to spend a Sunday morning than with a self confessed stud!
This Sunday morning ritual started about 6 weeks ago, with what I thought was a one-off fuck. Little did I know that this would become an addiction, a sexual drug, something that I wanted more and more of. Sunday's are all I can think about all week, wondering if he will come round and see me when I call or whether I will have to reply on my old faithful friend. Using my rabbit is what my body had become used to for sexual release, until that 1st Sunday morning. Does he know that I am a kinky bitch, I fuck myself silly at the thought
He plays hard to get when I contact him during the week by ignoring my calls and text messages. It doesn't matter what I put in those messages they don't seem to trigger a response. I can be offering to suck his c0ck or suggesting we use my dining room table for a fast and furious sex session, he doesn't reply or appear. I know he has received and read those messages as quite often he refers to them during our time together. But when I call him on a Sunday morning he answers the phone as if he hasn't heard from me since the previous week, then appears 30 minutes later, condom at the ready. As much as I tell myself you shouldn't be doing this, my body tells me different. It is aching to be kissed, licked and touched all over.
I have never had sex like it. I am of the utmost importance: his pleasure doesn't matter as long as I cum, more than once. That's his aim and he won't leave until he has achieved his goal. My body is not used to this exquisite pleasure. It has suffered for the last 16 years with neglect, I don't think I knew what an orgasm was and I certainly had not idea that foreplay and sex could last longer than 5 minutes.