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Ideal FWB ...
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Ideal FWB ... I miss his touch, his kiss, his drive to please. He makes my body shudder and shake with excitement. He makes me so wet, hot and hungry that I spend a lot of time thinking about his slightest touch. His smile sets me at ease, we have spent two evenings of amazing sex together. Every visit we share more of ourselves and of our lives. He is funny and charming, smart and sexy. He is simply a wonderful man and amazing FWB. I posted a short blurb about our last encounter, but today was filled with such vivid memories that I wanted to share it again ... maybe with a bit more detail this time. So, please excuse the similarity. I kiss his shoulders gently and wrap my arms around him from behind. My high heeled boots make me barely shorter than him. He turns around and flicked off the light to avoid the neighbors nosey stares. I quickly climb the steps in front of him, feeling his presence and sexual energy right behind me. We no more than enter the bedroom door as he is pulling my clothes off and I removing his in a hungry attempt to get at his body. His mouth finds my nipple and my head falls back in pleasure, he kisses my neck and I come forward to meet his lips with mine. I tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply, flirting with his tongue before I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. His hips begin to match my momentum as I glide back and forth on his stiffening desire. He pulls me up gently by the hair, kissing me as he backs me toward the bed. We fall together in a heap and he wrestles with the nightstand drawer fumbling for a condom. I kiss his lips, chest, biceps and shoulders as he slides the wet rubber over his shaft. Rolling on top of me, I wrap my legs behind him and he finds the wetness between my thighs easily and slips inside. He feels good, despite the shield between us as the ebb and flow of his thrusts cause me to climax quickly. He rolls me onto my knees, dribbles lube across my tight little asshole and penetrates quickly. I scream his name as he drives deeper inside. He pushes me onto my side without ever pulling free and continues to thrust deep and fast. My pussy clenches and finds nothing to wrap itself around, the tingling ache makes me push against him to quell its need. I orgasm again as he buries himself completely and tells me that with a barrier between us, he can't fill me with his passion. Satisfied sexually, I offer to please him in any way he wants. I beg to be his slut, his , his plaything and he tells me gently that he enjoyed every second. He pulls me to his chest and talks about his day, his plans, his schedule and I listened eagerly to his voice and heartbeat wishing I could have given him release. He chuckles easily and tells me to look sexy as he takes pictures of my body and smile in the afterglow of our encounter. It has been several days since I was last in his arms. I miss him like the comforting warmth from a fresh burning fire. Is it crazy that his friendship means more to me than my last two or three relationships? The fact that he expects nothing from me but honesty is so refreshing. He doesn't get upset when I fail to call or text, he doesn't bombard my phone or email with instructions or to do lists. He is genuinely interested in being a friend. He is genuinely happy with having fun and sharing sex with me. I can't say that it is the perfect "no strings attached" situation, but it is as close as one can get. He is a fantastic lover. He is a fabulous flirt. He spoils me with his intelligence and wisdom and further spoils me with attention and photography. He is truly one of a kind and I am glad that I got a chance to befriend him. His girlfriend is a lucky woman indeed. I am thankful that once in while, when the mood strikes us ... he is mine ... temporarily.  ~Angel  |
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