Turmoil is all I can feel at this point. Nah, definitely arousal is lingering in there but its not as much as the turmoil I feel at the thought of her. From the moment I smelt her intoxicating scent I was hypnotized; even before I saw her gorgeous face and heard her alluring voice. It was like a different kind of hunger that I’ve never felt before awoke inside me that only she could sedate. I wanted her as badly as I wanted my next meal, as a lover of food you know that’s a big deal. I watched her like a hunter and chased her just like that.
For the primal man it was just attraction and I’d normally agree with that but the moment I touched her skin, I knew this was more than just attraction. I want something more intimate, that sounds sexual which I won’t deny that I want but I mean something more romantic and long term. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted or rather couldn’t find the right words to describe it. Funny how the most articulate person I know was out of words. She is more than just a pretty face that I want to fuck. She’s smart as fuck, like I have intelligent conversations with her, she challenges and provokes me. Its like a match between us where she always manages to leave me speechless, not just by the extensiveness of her knowledge but the charismatic way she shows it. She doesn’t speak mockingly or condescendingly but calmly and charismatic in a way that holds your attention, and you never want to stop even if she’s talking about how to boil bloody water. I’ve never met someone that perks my interest so much and trust me I’ve met a lot of beautiful smart women but none compared to her. I can go on and on about her charisma, her smile, her cockiness, her sense of humour, her style, her elegance and all of that.
In as much as I may make her appear perfect, she is most definitely not. She’s perfect to me though. Her imperfections are nothing compared to her actuality, but they are there, and they don’t affect my feelings for her. In as much as her sense of humour is top notch, she has a very short fuse, and when she is provoked, she is not easily sedated. She doesn’t slash tires or anything like that but I’d advice to stay clear of her when she’s upset because of how unpredictable she is. There are topics that she is very sensitive to, so I avoid those completely. She also has this habit of isolation that I’m very much not fond of. She has mood swings that sparks them sometimes but other times it’s a coping mechanism or anger management. As much as it hurts to be locked out, I respect the fact that this is the way she deals with certain things, so I give her the space she needs. On some occasions she lets me stay in the same room with her but maintaining a respectable distance, fewer times she lets me hold her, and those are the times I feel the happiest. I want her to be comfortable enough to let me in, her needs trample over mine when it comes to her comfort most especially in this case. All in all, she’s more than what I thought I wanted and needed.
I saved the best for last. Yeah, yeah physical intimacy isn’t everything but without it relationships do fall apart, most especially because of incompatibility. Anyways like I said from the moment I laid my hand on that pampered, luscious soft skin I knew there was more that I wanted than just a meaningless fuck. She made the chase worth it the moment I tasted those soft tasty lips. That day was the beginning and the end of me. I knew I’d never taste anything better, the hunger she awoke in me only intensified. Then the day she let me hold and feel those perfectly moulded breasts on her chest I was transfixed. Its not like she had huge breasts or anything, they were a handful and so fucking perfect. She’s the only woman that I’d let test my patience that way she did. She didn’t give me the whole package, she always let wonder. Even now after I’ve seen, touched, licked, spanked, fucked thoroughly and done so much to this package I’m still wondering, still very curious to explore and I’m never disappointed. Everything about her is new to me no matter how many times I see it.
The day I saw that gorgeous naked slim curvy body of hers I was a dead man. She’d drove me so crazy with thoughts and imaginations that when I saw her, I was left awestruck. She was more, that’s literally all I could say. No picture or imagination could compare to the creation in front of me. From that very moment and every moment after that till this very day till my last breath I worship that body. The sex was the best I ever had it wasn’t about how skilled we were, it was just about the moment. The passion. The pleasure. The levels of ecstasy that were reached when you are with the person that was made for you. The point of the intimacy was not for the need of climax but the enjoyment of pleasuring each other. I could watch her reactions to my touches all day. All those naughty looks she gives me when she wants me, the steamy texts and pictures. The way she seductively walks around in my favourite lingerie or incredibly short shorts, better still just my damn shirts. She makes the simplest things look so sensual even when she doesn’t want to. She can’t bite her lips in peace without all the blood in my body going straight to my dick. When she licks her bloody lips she causes assault to my testosterone levels, its not like every time she does it she’s conscious of it but its just a trigger for my weak ass and she tends to do it a lot unconsciously. I don’t think there is anything she’d do to reduce my need for her. I’m addicted and she is too.
I won’t speak for her of the things I do but I’m not as big a tease as she is, but I get it when I want it, consciously and unconsciously.
I’ve met my match and theirs’s not a single thing I’d change about her. Speaking of my earlier turmoil, she’s been on her monthly cycle, but it ended 2 days ago so I shall be claiming my rights soon but this time she’s going to come to me.
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