I feel complete.
Completely womanly.
Completely wonderful.
Completely feminine.
Completely fulfilled.
And I want more.
The smell of our closeness and our passion and our desire still lingers upon my skin, amongst the confines of my clothes.I am breathing him in.
And I want more.
Feeling as though I'd known him for so long, from the first look, the first smile and the shared first giggle...I knew we would fit together so well...the final pieces of the intricate jigsaw.
Walking and talking...we had the lattes, so long anticipated...before the heady stroll back to the room...last on the RIGHT!!!!
Remember, I wanted to fuck him in my boots...well, I did...and I want more of that too!
Urgent and hard and loud and demanding, over and over and over our fucking was just...so bloody sexy! Then later, rather languid and intimate and too intimate to need to share right now...
Those moments are still mine, and his: not yours.
Not yet.
To want more is not to expect more...expectations lead to ruin...and ruin leads to regret. However, I suspect our paths will cross again on the way to the theatre.
However, one thought I will leave you with just to help set the scene...
This was not just a fuck; this was a magnificent Marks and Spencer's Fuck!
