Unexpected, yet pleasant.

It was three years ago when he wrote to me "no, please do delete my phone number from your phonebook, I would like you not to contact me anymore; I'm trying to build up a relationship on new basis".
I almost had a car accident when I got that message.
I really liked him.
He really knew how to touch me, how to turn me on, and how to handle it. I indeed found it very hard to accept it that day.
He was physical and I loved the way he was so. He loved the way I loved him, and this was incredibly exciting for me. I knew he wanted me. He knew I wanted to be his. Then, being in the same room was enough to get us into each other's arms and have the most fulfilling sex.
He had been the only one who I wished to have sex for ever. I wanted to kiss him, although he didn't let me. I wanted to stay in his bed all night and I only could do that once and it had been wonderful when I felt his hand  caressing my bare back, such a slight gesture, yet so communicative, and I immediately felt I wanted him to make me his.

It took me three years, and it took the arrival - and establishment - of Facebook for me to decide I wanted to try and find him again. And try my chances and contact him again.
I was lucky, I immediately found his name on the big blue F, and his profile photo, although of a bearded guy was unmistakably him.

It took me five seconds and I was set to sending him a private message.
It took one full day and I got his text message on my phone number.
"It had been nice to read from you, Adam".
"It's great to read from you, too".
It didn't take more than five messages before I was expressing how he had been important to me, how he had been special and how I was glad that he had accepted getting in touch with me again.
It was unexpected, yet so pleasant to read that he had wanted not to have told me to to separate from him the moment after he had told me to.
I told him I was so glad to hear that.
Gently, and proving caring and passionate, he wrote to me that he didn't want now to shake and disturb the peace of my life but that he wanted so much to see me again, and to possess me.
I waited a few seconds then I only replied to him that I could not ask for more, and that I will be always available and willing for him.

We then tried to find out whether we could meet soon but we couldn't find a date.
I was travelling and he was so caring to text me, even with just: "how are you, did you arrive fine?"


Today I wrote him. Just a short note. He replied that he was happy to read me again.
We tried to find a week when he would be home and I would be travelling southbound and try and meet. Again.
"It will be great to once more feel you hands, getting physical. I will love feeling you inside me"
"And I'll love it when I'll possess you fleshy flower, quivering with passion, having you cow-riding me so that I will be given the pleasure to watch you reaching climax the way you do"
"Yes, oh yes, please. Do get me like that. Come inside me, and possess me. And when you'll be done, I'll be there for you to start once more. Get me and take me away"
"Totally mine."


I look forward to it...

Moan while you can

He had been very good.
Very good indeed.

I think he - by now - got to know me so good, that he just, simply, knows how to touch me, when to grab my head and shag it, when to turn me around and fuck me hard. The right moment.
And, on top of this, I think he enjoys me, the way I moan, groan, whine at times :) and how I do shake violently at the peak of my orgasm, how peculiar they are: no ejaculation most of the times, not even a hard on, yet really am speachless, and today I think I would have most probably yelled out loud, screamed even, had he not crushed my face on the pillow when he realised I was to scream my pleasure out way too loud.
It rarely happen I'm in the urge of screaming it aloud. I never scream, actually. Even if he had not pushed me on the pillow, grabbing my hair firmly, I think I would have - as often I do - screamed silently, mouth wide open, eyes closed, and breathless, but no sound. Maybe just a hiss...

He had been great. I really had a great lunch time.