My FWB proved himself worthy on New Year’s Eve/Day, and after I went to sleep and woke up, all I could think of was sex. I wrote out my previous post, and got so wet just thinking about it that I had to take a shower, and get a hold of him. I had originally planned on waiting a few days to get back a hold of him, but my vibrator was simply not cutting it. I wanted him again, badly.
So I got a hold of him, and thankfully he wasn’t doing anything, so I made my way over to his house. I was a lot less nervous than the previous night, and we talked for a second before laying down and cuddling. I really love touching him, his skin and muscles, and he loves getting “traces” as he calls them. So as we were spooning I traced his forearms (ugh so sexy) and started kissing and giving him light little bites, and he started grinding against me. He pinned my arms to me, and started to really tease me, kissing my neck, pushing his hips against me. We gyrated against each other for a while, and then he flipped me over into the doggy position again, and started to finger fuck me oh so slowly, making me beg for it.