He [M30] makes me [F30] keep a sex diary. The next day after we fuck (which is every day) I write a detailed account of everything we do to each other and send it to him or read it out loud in bed while he touches my clit or his cock. Recent highlights include him making me cum 63 times on New Year’s Eve, going to breakfast with a remote control vibrator, and this from last night:
You and I were kissing on the couch before you had to leave for the evening. I kept trying to get you to eat dinner, and you asked to eat my pussy. I told you only if you ate dinner, and you said you didn’t have time, and if you was faced with a choice, you’d rather eat my pussy any day. That turned me on so much, and you told me to go to my bed and strip. Like a good girl I obliged, pulling off all my clothes. My bra was the last to come off, and I unhooked it while you made your way over to me, exposing my round, perky breasts and perfect nipples.