His gratitude this morning melted my heart and made me want him all over again. [MF]

It’s like I become a new woman when I’m high. So full of life, so free of inhibitions. Not that my partner ever leaves me feeling self conscious. He makes me feel sexy, desired. My attraction to him is unwavering. Though we’ve been together for years, he still stops my breath whenever he walks into a room. His voice makes me melt into a puddle. I could stare at nothing but his his smile for eternity and be happy.

So after I hit our pipe and feel my mind and body fully relax, it’s like every sensation becomes amplified. The hair all over my body stands end. Colors become brighter, sounds become lighter and my partner, he becomes intoxicating. It’s like I become drawn to him in ways I couldn’t even explain. I suddenly want his body pressed against mine, his lips caressing my skin, his scent swarming around me. The lust for him grows by the second until I am overcome and feel myself ravage his body.

We smoked last night to unwind after a hellishly busy weekend of traveling, parties and obligations. It was still early, about 7pm. There we sat in our living room, half naked, watching tv and getting unbearably high. It was the perfect ending. I was exhausted, but spunky. I figured after a few hits, I would be determined to climb into our bed and drift off to sleep after being up since the wee hours of the morning twilight. But not this time. Instead I looked over to my partner, and he looked perfect. He was focused on Netflix, which left me the ability to fixate on him freely and without guilt. Until he noticed me starting at him. He smirked, and that sealed the deal for me. Luckily, our show ended just at that time.

“Should we go lay down?” he asked. “I’m not all that tired, though.” which implied he wanted to stay exactly where we were. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. My senses were becoming more and more heightened, and I wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Yes, we should. And don’t you worry, I’m not tired at all…” I trailed off as I stood up without breaking eye contact with him. I bit my lower lip, smiled and walked towards our bedroom. He followed instantly, tugging his shirt off as he trailed behind me. We jumped into our bed, both naked. His skin was cold to the touch. It made me feel as though I was on fire comparatively because of how warm I was. He seemed to welcome the heat and held me tight.

“I could warm you up, baby.” I cooed to him.

“Yes, please.” he replied softly; coyly.

I smiled and dipped below the covers, kissing his chest, stomach, hips as my warm hands ran over the cool, clammy skin of his thighs. I felt him shudder. I felt everything, the sensation from the weed was in full effect now and before I realized, I found myself moaning as I ground up against him. I heard his light chuckle, and he checked in with me.

“You’re feeling pretty good, aren’t you?”

Instead of replying, I focused in on my prize. He was so hard and ready for me. I could tell he was getting antsy, he wanted to guide my mouth to exactly where he needed it. But I was in charge, not him. I licked around the tip for a while, teasing not just him but myself. I knew how badly I wanted to take all of him. But I had to make this fun for me, too.

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Eventually I did, and his body sank into the bed in ecstasy. The feeling of him becoming weightless was so intense. I took pride in my work then, and got so much more into it. Still going slow, mainly focusing on the head. I honed in on the feeling of the curves of his cock beneath my lips. Let my tongue explore. Focused on my breathing. It was such a euphoric experience. I don’t know if I went down on him for five minutes or fifty. We both completely tuned out reality.

I moved down, got between his legs onto my knees so I could bob my head up and down cleanly, my hands resting on his thighs, moving in closer, playing with his balls. I still felt like I was on top of the world. Every movement my body made was like it was choreographed and seamless. I felt so sexy and indestructible. I felt like his cock was made for me for this exact moment. And it was then that he grabbed the sides of my head. I knew this meant he was getting close. I took him all the way down, and could feel the head of his cock down my throat as he let out a tough yet fragile moan and I felt the hot cum release. It was strong, his cock shook and it flowed out for what felt like minutes. His legs trembled as his hands’ grip become less firm on me.

I pulled back, kneeling up above him to look at the peaceful smile on his face. He was beyond content, as was I. I slipped in next to him, and realized his skin was no longer cool, but on fire.

“Warmer, now?” I asked him. He smiled, rolled me over onto my other side and his fingers instantly found my clit and nipples. “Absolutely.” he breathed into my ear. And now it’s your turn….

When we awoke this morning, still naked and entangled and on high from the weed and the stimulation, he hovered over me until my eyes fluttered open. That same exact smile from last night still hung on his face. “I’m still in awe of you, baby.” he said to me. The first words from his lips to me on a dreary Monday. Life doesn’t get much better than this.

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