A Figment of My Imagination

Last night when I was reading my book, I was thinking of Sean. Yes, I know that's weird. The book doesn't even have anything to do with him or our 'thing.' Maybe I was just missing him.

I thought about his kisses. He kisses perfectly. We always greet each other with fantastic kisses. Our hands all over each others clothes. He slips his hand underneath my shirt and unclasps my bra. His hands move forward and lifts my shirt up and moves his mouth onto my nipples. He sucks and bites onto the hardened nipple. I moan with each bite. Then he moves back up to kiss me very hard.

In the meantime somewhere, our clothes disappear and he's already hard. I think I have everything off except my panties. He makes me lay on the bed and slips off my panties. I have no idea what he'll want next but he motions me to suck on his cock. His cock is amazing, I'd say amazing but you'd probably get jealous. There have been plenty of times where I just laid on the bed sucking his cock until he had enough and wanted my pussy.

This is the hazy part. All I remember him getting some lube, so that meant anal. For the past week before, I had needed him inside my pussy, but what was I going to say? We both needed it. With the first few thrusts inside me, it was comfortable once again. I think he has been the roughest, both ways, since I don't know...but his way of rough is amazing.

Afterwards, our conversations are always great. Each time, I learn a little about him and he learns the same from me. I like that, maybe because I'm such a private person. He loves to kid me about my hometown because he's this big city guy. I did forgive him because he called me spoiled.