Your body is a weapon and it's is killing me, making me to bleed, and making me weak. getting me addicted to you, even though you are a poison in my hands. craving to be so close to you, even knowing that you are not the one for me. neither am i for...
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━━ My love life continues to be terrific, even now that I have grown up a little. I was a girl who struggled with a variety of challenges. I still have certain concerns, but the most important one is love.
I'm not a big lovergirl, but I am looking for someone to be my loverman. It is a requirement.
Allowing Matthew into my life was the most difficult thing I have done in the last few years; I am not sure why, but it took me so long to feel normal around him. And him... to be honest, every time I left him after good sex, he looked like a lost sad puppy.
If I were in his skin, I would also be hurt because, while I am giving him everything, he is watching me walking away from him, feeling manipulated.
Matthew was unique in my life. Most people would compare it to having a sunny day after so many rainy ones, but he is far from being sunlight, but he still brightens my days.
After having too many partners in my life while yearning for my father's missing love, I stopped doing so after meeting him. It was not necessary anymore; I still had daddy issues, but I did not seek that kind of attention from him.
Things improved once I explained him about myself, why I am the way I am, and why it is crucial for me to be wanted on his side. I eventually stayed at his apartment without even talking about it - this may go either way.
━━ As I bounced on his wonderful thing between his legs, an older man with beautiful huge hazel colored eyes looked at my entire body. Our moans and our stench permeated the room, the smell of pure sex generated by numerous rounds this night.
He was wearing the same necklace I had given him the last time we did it together, and I was once again on top, putting on my little show with my hips and bouncing. Deep within him I know he enjoyed it a little too much. I know I am, but I was not designed to be a dominant girl; I wanted to be his lazy pillow princess.
It did not take him long to turn me on my back and place my legs over his shoulders, then trusting inside of me violently, causing pain.
He smiled at me as he noticed my face becoming more relaxed after a few seconds. "That is it," he stated to me while doing hard work for both of us.
