"What are you wearing tonight? ... well, you're a fox so either way..." he says.
There's something about a guy that calls you a fox that sounds so sexy. It's not degrading sexy, like, "hey baby, wanna do something later?" It's sexy like, "you have all the charisma and sex appeal of a woman who knows what she's got and is not afraid to flaunt it!"
Gahh I love him. Looking forward to tonight.
Last night, in the mid-Spring heat wave, we kept the windows closed so the neighbors wouldn't hear. As I finished for the third time with your fingers between my thighs and your face near my belly, you reached one hand up and squeezed my hip area, using your thumb to press into my abdomen. It sent me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rippled over my body, as your other hand exited my body and glided across my skin to one of my nipples, both of which were completely hard. I let out a long moan as my pelvis arched up, yearning for more. And of course by now, you were more than ready to deliver for my final satisfaction.
I am still getting chills just thinking about it, lightly caressing my own breasts long after you have gone to sleep.
I just saw two women holding hands, and it reminded me that all along I've really wanted another girl to sleep beside me, cuddle, kiss. There's something about a woman's touch, the curve of her hips, the smooth, soft lips. Obviously, I haven't been with a man for a while now, but it reminds me of how badly I want a woman. The problem is, finding one that I actually want to be with, who isn't just "experimenting" herself. I can't get rejected by a woman. My ego won't allow it.
Dreamgirl, are you out there?
