Team Sleep's blog post - wednesday

again, a perfect day, created by this man. the lake, a raft out in the water, in the sun, watching the clouds come in and threaten us with darkness and thunder. another picnic, this time atkins-friendly, all cheeses and grapes and different meats. then, a seafood feast -- halibut, scallops, crab. dessert was three thorough, deep fuckings in the span of four hours.

the sex is good but I am starting to know that he wants all of me, not just my pussy. not just my tits, my pierced nipples in his mouth, my cunt lips twitching under his fingers. he wants to get as deep into me as he can -- soul deep -- and take me apart from the inside out and eat of me. ever so slowly.

in some ways he is not the man I ever dreamed I'd be with -- he doesn't read, he won't don fishnet stockings or let me fuck his ass or put his cock and balls in a cage till I see fit to let them out. he is an ultra MAN -- think decorating with engine blocks and car bumpers. but in some ways that is very good. in some ways not being the aggressor is very soothing.

last night we spoke on the phone for three hours and at one point I was splayed naked on my couch in front of the huge bay windows that look out on the town, open for anyone walking by to see. I had one hand furiously working my clit and the other with three fingers knuckle-deep in my cunt as he described in his low measured voice exactly what he would do to my pussy and I could do no more than whimper.

after I came and lay there, one hand still half inside my cunt, breathing heavily, he told me how he imagined me being there with him under the full moon, enjoying the clear night, my face in his hands, our eyes locked together before we kiss, and imagined himself tasting of my soul. and it is that part I'm just a little scared and excited about.

my cunt is endlessly wet, endlessly open, endlessly hot, endlessly hungry -- you can eat all of it that you want. the rest of me is in short supply and I am scared to give of it.