friday is saturday
no we werent able to wait for saturday night. 2 am is saturday and 2 am was the only time we could hold it. maybe it was his fault for kissing too hard and licking too low. maybe it was my fault for touching him where he said he was throbbing uncontrolably... oh no, on second thought it wasnt my fault at all. how am is to resist if it was pushing againts my stomach, warm and hard? and it definetely wasnt my fault when he said "tilapi, imo bitaw na' [go ahead lick it, its yours anyway]... and damn it when he moans... beats the feeling that i get when i moan myself.
we had the little sanity left then to decide in our minds that we arent going to "cum" then...
but... fingers, they get quiet untamed, they dig deep, and then they get sticky. and before you knew it, theres no turning back.
he had to bring out the foam from the sofa before we "gave up" on our selves. ;)
he said hes not having my ass on that cold table. i was too excited to argue.
and do i need to say its glorious? 7 days! (ok 6 and a half days) we waited. at last!!!
he didnt spurt a meter though. he shot approximately 4 to 5 inches for the first three skwirts followed by five more. it was worth it.
its 7 am in the morning. im right beside him in downtown run down cafe typing away, him click away anhialiting crips. im wearing his shirt and his necklace around my wrist. im smelling of him. and i couldnt possibly be any more happier.
we had the little sanity left then to decide in our minds that we arent going to "cum" then...
but... fingers, they get quiet untamed, they dig deep, and then they get sticky. and before you knew it, theres no turning back.
he had to bring out the foam from the sofa before we "gave up" on our selves. ;)
he said hes not having my ass on that cold table. i was too excited to argue.
and do i need to say its glorious? 7 days! (ok 6 and a half days) we waited. at last!!!
he didnt spurt a meter though. he shot approximately 4 to 5 inches for the first three skwirts followed by five more. it was worth it.
its 7 am in the morning. im right beside him in downtown run down cafe typing away, him click away anhialiting crips. im wearing his shirt and his necklace around my wrist. im smelling of him. and i couldnt possibly be any more happier.