I’m the Best I’ve Ever Had

I like sex. (duh) I can go a while without it, however once I start getting it I want it All. The. Time. I love weekend days spent all in bed having sex, talking, napping, and doing it all over again. A day very well spent.

I am currently in the midst of a dry spell. I hate that. I haven’t had any *uh-huh* relations since The Man.

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Prior to TM I was never a “special phone conversation” (SPC) type of girl. Never opposed to it, yet never really thought about it. TM introduced me into this world of “let me hear you spank your pussy” and I loved it. I mean really how much “safer” can two people be?

So I had TM, and now I have EB. EB has been keeping me rather busy as of late. Our nightly SPC’s are hot. Hearing someone tell me that he wants to “get on top of you and place each of my hands on your hands, and clasp them together, your arms stretched high above your head. We stare at each other as my cock finds its home. You are so wet and ready for me. I slide slowly into your hot, wet pussy. Slowly. It feels soooo fucking good.”

Hold on I’ll be back in a minute… I have a need I must take care of just thinking about it…

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K… back…

After going big on Saturday I couldn’t manage to get out of bed on Sunday. Well, I may have been able to, however I had a day very well spent. I was on the phone about six hours with EB. In those six hours I came seven times. Brilliant.

I hope my flower can handle all of this puesdo-action, but, DAMN, I rock my world.