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Okay, for all of those who know me, you know how much I hate writing about my sex life on here, but yesterday was so amazing I have to write about it.
Im guessing you could figure out what I am going to talk about on this. Yes, Frank and I had sex, and it was the most sensual and loving intercourse I have ever experienced. It was AMAZING. I was quiet most of the day just because I was in a very thoughtful mood, and for once in my life didn't care to share them. I think Frank may have liked this because he was being VERY suggestive with his touching, and when he doesn't want anything, he fights with me to keep my hands out of his pants, and I thought he was playing around like usual and didn't want to be touched. Much to my surprise, when I went for his groin, he did not move my hand or anything, he just let me touch.
I unbuckeled his belt, and unzipped his pants and such, so he actually TURNED OFF the TV!! So I knew what he wanted. Soon we were naked, and I started him off with a nice long "kiss", which he thouroughly enjoyed. Then immediately he threw me onto my back, and soon after we started "going at it" I got completely overwhelmed with how much I loved him. It was the loving kisses he gave me, the strong hugs, and his guiding movements that made me feel so strongly I started to cry. Mind you, this was within the first 15 mins, and for the next 45, I cried on and off. At one point he did a move that felt SOOO good. To find out what it was leave a comment if you must. But it felt so good, I almost completely lost myself, and I mean completely, so when he finished that move I had to run off to pee. When I got back we tried it with me on my stomach and knees, and he is a little too large for that and he was too tired to continue, but we layed there, and he kept asking what is wrong, and I kept saying nothing. Mind you I was crying again. He said, "It looks like something is wrong. . ." "Tears don't always mean something is wrong hun." "Now I am curious, what is it?" "I just got so overwhelmed, I didn't know I could love a person so much, and feel that love as intense as I felt it tonight. It just overwhelmed me, and I didn't know how to handle it, so I guess I cried." "Um, okay. . .I love you too." *kisses* As he looks at the clock we realize that we have 3 minutes to get out to the bus to get me home on time. He runs off to the bathroom all the while trying to get his pants on, and almost falls into the fridge because he looses his balance when trying to walk and put on the second leg of his shorts. I put on my pants, and get dressed, and frantically look for my hairbrush (which went missing like a week ago) and give up and pull it all back into the messiest ponytail in the world. We then hurry down the stairs to the but stop and wait 2 minutes for the bus. We barely made it on time to our transfer, but I got home safely. I don't know what came over me, but that was the most intense love I have EVER felt.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "You may only be one person in the world, but to one person you are the world."
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Im guessing you could figure out what I am going to talk about on this. Yes, Frank and I had sex, and it was the most sensual and loving intercourse I have ever experienced. It was AMAZING. I was quiet most of the day just because I was in a very thoughtful mood, and for once in my life didn't care to share them. I think Frank may have liked this because he was being VERY suggestive with his touching, and when he doesn't want anything, he fights with me to keep my hands out of his pants, and I thought he was playing around like usual and didn't want to be touched. Much to my surprise, when I went for his groin, he did not move my hand or anything, he just let me touch.
I unbuckeled his belt, and unzipped his pants and such, so he actually TURNED OFF the TV!! So I knew what he wanted. Soon we were naked, and I started him off with a nice long "kiss", which he thouroughly enjoyed. Then immediately he threw me onto my back, and soon after we started "going at it" I got completely overwhelmed with how much I loved him. It was the loving kisses he gave me, the strong hugs, and his guiding movements that made me feel so strongly I started to cry. Mind you, this was within the first 15 mins, and for the next 45, I cried on and off. At one point he did a move that felt SOOO good. To find out what it was leave a comment if you must. But it felt so good, I almost completely lost myself, and I mean completely, so when he finished that move I had to run off to pee. When I got back we tried it with me on my stomach and knees, and he is a little too large for that and he was too tired to continue, but we layed there, and he kept asking what is wrong, and I kept saying nothing. Mind you I was crying again. He said, "It looks like something is wrong. . ." "Tears don't always mean something is wrong hun." "Now I am curious, what is it?" "I just got so overwhelmed, I didn't know I could love a person so much, and feel that love as intense as I felt it tonight. It just overwhelmed me, and I didn't know how to handle it, so I guess I cried." "Um, okay. . .I love you too." *kisses* As he looks at the clock we realize that we have 3 minutes to get out to the bus to get me home on time. He runs off to the bathroom all the while trying to get his pants on, and almost falls into the fridge because he looses his balance when trying to walk and put on the second leg of his shorts. I put on my pants, and get dressed, and frantically look for my hairbrush (which went missing like a week ago) and give up and pull it all back into the messiest ponytail in the world. We then hurry down the stairs to the but stop and wait 2 minutes for the bus. We barely made it on time to our transfer, but I got home safely. I don't know what came over me, but that was the most intense love I have EVER felt.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "You may only be one person in the world, but to one person you are the world."
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