I usually seem to have a lot more sex in the winter. Erin jokes that I don’t actually like men or sex, I just like body heat. But let me share with you this, dear reader – we are approaching the summer of 2022 and I am in love, falling deep in warming truth. And making sweet love in the warmest portion of the year is far more erotically enchanting than being rage-fucked by an aggressively horny stranger in the bleak of December.
Though that is what Alfie was at first and that first night was leg tremble-inducing, both the weather and sex continued to get better. But right from the beginning he’s always kissed me with intention – the meeting of his lips and tongue on mine telling me that he’s here with me in more ways than just physically. The veins embossing through the skin on his forearms, when holding my waist as he thrusts into my wet, splashing water play. He holds me with a force so captive, so controlling, it’s imprinted into my desire, a hunger that can only be satiated, by him.