I think about the things we are yet to share, looking into your eyes when you climax, the feel of you entering me. The rhyme we will create together. Will you kiss the center of my back after you have taken me anal? Then collapse on top of me both of us facing down and neither one of us wanting to move, and I certainly won’t want you to exit me. Just a hint: after you have brought me to climax in my pussy, I’m so sensitive I can feel you...for lack of a better word, deflate inside me and I will continue to have smaller orgasms. I wonder if your ticklish just behind your balls where I love to suck? Will I be able to get one of your balls in my mouth, or just part? What will your tongue feel like on my breast, nipples and will you ignore the rest of my breast? Will you bite hard? And if so, on my breast, and ass? I wonder if when I’m finished and go to get a warm wash cloth, a dry hand towel and the baby powder to clean you up afterwards, will you think I’ve left you? Will you be so rushed I won’t be able to do these things for you?
If we were to decide to take a bath or shower together, will you reach out a hand to help guide me into the water next to you? All these things excite me as I’m watching the minutes creep ever so slowly by until our set date. I’m just glad I have the chance to enjoy the wonder and excitement the building now. I hope to tease you during dinner, playfully building your anticipation as well.
We shall see.
