This one is done in first person, something different.
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When you fall in love, personality and looks aren't the only thing that play a part.
There is -and always will be- the small feeling when you first meet someone, it may even be triggered by your first kiss, or maybe the first time he held your hand. Whatever situation it was, there would've been the tiny little tingle in your stomach, even the treasure between your thighs may have increased in temperature.
This is like no other feeling, this is your sexual desire. It's where you look at your love and purely imagine them without their clothes on, maybe even touch themselves, moaning your name, looking you square in the eye and increasing the spead of which they are pleasuring themselves.
But thats me.
Well it was me maybe two years ago.
Now, erm, that sexual desire has in some case descreased and increased.
Decreased in which I don't find the sexual acts that exciting, therefore they don't have the effect, therefore it's useless.
Increasing, because of this lack of sex we speek of, the tension has been building up, and I've tried -trust me I've tried- to relieve me of this but it's no use.
Zayn is the love of my life, everything I could have ever wished for, and even a little more. He's so, so so, so (so so) sexy, don't get me wrong, but he no provides me with the active I need.
But the thing is, I don't want anyone else but him.
This is the problem the arose. Zayn felt it too. Following the you-don't-make-me-horny-anymore discussing, he descided to take it apon himself to attempt something new, something that will not only surprise me, but thrill me.
Of course my imagination has been running wild.
Will we be doing something illegal?
Will addiction bodies come into play?
Maybe theres costumes.
A side from that, I gave Zayn a week to think up something good and oh has he been smug about it. The teasing he has put me through is beyound compare and complete torture if you ask me, but hey, what have I got to loose?
Tonights the night.
The night I have anticipated for over a week now.
I'd like to think of this night as 'The Night I will Finally Reach An Orgasm'.
Hopefulling he doesn't dissapoint.
I await downstairs on the couch as Zayn does whatever the hell he needs to do up in the bedroom.
The moment I hear footsteps excitment runs through my blood.
Zayn walks into veiw, with a collar in his hand and a blind fold in another, the pure sight of him, the objects in his hands and the more devious look on his face makes me wet.
"I want to come back in five minutes with nothing but these on." Zayn orders as he throws the objects toward me, exciting straight after.
I do as he says and ripped the clothes from my body.
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5 minutes pass surprisingly slowling, I seem to have changed clothing -if you count a coller and a blindfold clothing- quicker than I have ever done before.
