I have a new designer drug and it’s my boyfriend.
I crave him no matter the cost. And unlike snorting coke, each experience makes me richer.
We converted his bedroom into our love nest. I spend 80 percent of my time naked under 400-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.
I try to cum with him.
I wiggled my toes in the air nearly scraping the ceiling. I came all over my stomach. It slides in all directions kind of like a spider’s web. He falls back beside me panting, heart racing and sweat seeping from our bodies.
Whenever we are apart I go through withdraws. Too many days to think about him. I can’t wait to see him, just to kiss him. Drink wine, exchange ideas and have another fuck fest.
“When are you planning to introduce your man to your friends?”