My girlfriend, who shares this account, and I have driven each other into an intensely exciting and loving relationship marked by openness, affection and copious amounts of fulfilling sex.
Last weekend, we fucked on and off from Friday, 10am until Monday, 7am. She (37) is a striking beauty of half-SE Asian, half-midwestern descent with sensitive, firm breasts, a consistently wet pussy and a pert ass. I’m (41) a 5’11” dirty blonde white boy whose cock can’t seem to stay soft. We couldn’t be more surprised and delighted to have found each other.
Midmorning on Tuesday, it became apparent to one another that we both had the afternoon free before responsibilities kicked in around 6pm. Wheels began to turn…
From our text messages:
“I’d have to get a lot of shit done to be able to leave here by 2, arrive to fuck you for an hour, rest for 30 min, fuck you again for 15 min, then cuddle until 5.”
“Sounds like you should get to work”
Whenever I’m going to her place, I’m at least partially hard. It’s impossible for my mind to not orient towards things we’ve done, things we’re about to do and things that we’re planning on doing.