QOTD: What are some of the things you do when you get horny?
(i.e. Become fidgety, move around, tell someone, etc)
I’ve always wanted to open the front door and be kissed aggressively, passionately all the way to the bed, never missing a beat or a step. Shedding clothing as we go. I want him to lay me down softly on the bed, and continue kissing me from my lips to my lips and back up again. I’d run my hands through his hair while he twirls mine. Somehow I’d end up on top and his hands would be tied up and I’d ride him slowly at first, then faster then slowly again, teasing him. When I untied his hands, it would mean it’s his turn. He’d be on top and he’d slide inside me slowly and keep going with steady movements, gently speeding up. He’d slide his hand into my open one lying on the bed. We’d interlace fingers when we were about to cum. He’d lay beside me and I’d move over to lay on his chest, so I could listen to his heart. It was beautiful.
While he was in me, I was just thinking like “__, I love you.” and I just wanted to say it, but I didn’t wanna like scare him away so I just repeated it in my head, which is just as good. I made this really weird high pitch sound, and I was like what but he laughed at it. We had a lot of good laughs, we should fuck all the time.
I said “well, I’ll sleep well tonight” & he said “guess I don’t have to go to the Y now” . Later, I was thinking Nooooo, I should’ve made him stay longer. He smelled great & all I wanted to do was fall asleep on him. Now I get why people do that. It was a great feeling…
All I could think about afterward, was how he felt about the whole thing. I have literally thought of him non-stop since yesterday. I just remember thinking he was so beautiful, I liked to watch him walk across the room, his skin was so gorgeous. And when I was on top of him I just wanted to keep looking into his eyes when he looked up at me. When I was laying on him, I just laid my head on his shoulder and snuggled my face into his neck, his soft, smooth neck. I liked watching him breathe, hard, and hear my breathing, knowing it’s because of him that I was happy.
I loved to close my eyes and feel him entering me. Each time a different sound exited me. I could feel the pleasure of it in the bottom of my stomach. It was good. He was very gentle with me; I liked how he stroked by back and my neck with his hands, caressingly. He remembered. Whenever I went up for air, he’d kiss my chest and suck gently on my breast, I loved when he kissed between my chest, that was wonderful, how did he know? When he went up for air, I unknowingly followed a pattern; I kissed his chin, his cheek, his neck, to that pretty mole on his collarbone, to his shoulder. I love that mole. I love __.
I’d twist his hair while we kissed and while we fucked. One time he reached up and began playing with mine. It was nice. “So this is what it’s like having a guy over.” At one point, I reached my hand above our heads onto the pillow, his was already there. Unintentionally, mine landed in his, but he grabbed it and held it softly. It made me smile…more. Every once in a while, he’d simply hug me, andit felt great to be in his arms.
Creak Creak Creak… Stupid headboard. It got annoying, so I held it against the wall. He accommodated.
When we were done, I laid beside him for a minute, while we caught our breath. We laughed a little. I put on my sweatshirt and laid my head on his chest, snuggled beside him. He put his arms around me stroking mine. I could hear his heartbeat. It was fast, but not too fast.
We lay there like that a minute.
“I should probably go.”
“Yeah…”
But I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want him to move. We laid there a while longer until I finally got up. I watched him get dressed, I had so many questions. But When He Looked Me In the Eyes…I just wanted to say I Love You.
