Love Me, Then Leave Me. Please.

July 26, 2010

For me it has always been very easy to separate sex and emotion. I do not believe that you need to be emotionally connected to the person you are sleeping with in order for the sex to be mind blowing.

I lay in bed breathless; my skin dewy with sweat, my fishnet thigh-high stockings torn to bits. I closed my eyes recalling each detail leading up to my current state of ecstasy. The Firefighter had his arm draped across my chest and I was secretly aching for him to remove it; I have never been one for cuddling.

His hands were strong and he had thrown me around just the way I like. It felt amazing to succumb to him; his grip tightening on my wrists, holding me down while he took me. The Firefighter wanted me to feel every inch and he took me hard so I wouldn’t forget.

Finally when I couldn’t stand it any longer he grabbed my ass and lifted me on top of him. I placed my feet on either side of his head, arched my back and moved slowly. His hands were running up and over my stockings and he teased my inner thighs with his fingertips.   

I was aching to let go and when he began to tease my breasts with his tongue I couldn’t stand another minute.

The Firefighter had been just what I was looking for and as long as he was able to get over this cuddling thing, I was deeply looking forward to taking him again... very soon.