I need you. I need you to need me. The stolen glances. An adorable smile. Cute giggles.
I need to be your everything. The first person you think of when your day is sour. And when your days are sweet, the first you want to talk to. A shoulder to lean on.
I need to feel you. The touch of your fingers. Your body pressed against mine. A sensation of safety in your arms.
I need you. My heart yearns for what we could become, a life together, learning about each other as we grow older. All the sights and experiences we could have only with each other, arms wrapped around each other like impenetrable armor.
Every time I look into your eyes, I can see the first time we met. Every time I hear your laugh, our first kiss plays in my mind. Every time you smile at me, my heart melts.
You needed me to be your first. I needed you to be my first. It could only be each other. No one else knew me as well. No one knew you as well. There was no one else we could be that vulnerable with. I had never been so exposed with anyone else.
And you didn’t laugh. You didn’t snicker or give me pity. Only love came from you. I wasn’t the most well endowed. Wasn’t the biggest, wasn’t in shape. But that didn’t matter to you. You loved every part of me like it was a gift. Like it was some blessing from above. And you cherished me like a beautiful piece of sculpture.
I feel so safe with you. I feel seen around you, like my needs and desires matter. You attend me, and for that I will always love you.
When we kiss, the whole world falls away. When we touch, fireworks spark in my stomach. When we cuddle, nirvana.
Our first time was awkward, but every first time is. We were still learning about ourselves as much as about each other. Sure we had seen the other naked, but there was something so wonderful and beautiful about that first time, like it had been waiting for us to truly experience love for each other.
We fumbled. We learned. We danced.
And it was amazing. It didn’t take that long, it was the first time after all. But it was amazing. We did it. We had sex.
And soon after, we were having sex regularly. It was our favorite thing, being naked, licking, tasting, fucking.
Every kind of way to fuck, we tried it all. Folded over; tied up; backwards; 69. We even learned way that we had never heard about. We were just compatible. It was glorious.
But some days, all it took was the simple kind of fucking. Some days, only one of us was in the mood to fuck, but the other wouldn’t leave them hanging. Oral was my favorite. I loved eating you out.
Fuck, the first time I tasted you was like tasting ambrosia. You were so sweet. My only regret was that it didn’t last longer.
I licked and licked and licked. I tasted and explored and tongue-fucked you for hours. When I made you squirt for the first time, it was like getting baptized in your love. I was someone new after that. Sure we still had sex in all the fancy positions as normal. But my favorite was always eating your pussy.
When I had you good, and you wrapped your legs around my head instinctively, I remember thinking, “if this is how I go, I’d be happy.” Being smothered in your folds was the best feeling after cumming with you.
I loved every moment I spent with you, and never in all eternity would I trade it away. There is no amount of money, no amount of people to fuck, no spans of land that could equal all the time we spent together.
I love you, forever and always.
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Thank you for reading. I’ve been feeling kinda down recently, some relationship troubles, and just wanted to manifest some good energy. I hope ya’ll have luck in your love lives.
-Leslie
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y5znn8/i_need_you_to_need_me_18
That is so sweet 🥹