I want you to take me. Just wreck me until I beg you to stop (safeword stop, I’m sure I will be crying ‘stop’, but that doesn’t count). The new countertops in the kitchen need to be tested and christened. I want to be pressed against each one; all in different ways.
I just want fucked so hard. For hours. Having my breasts bound up in some lovely rope. Taking pictures of my naked body laying all around the new house. Sleep is optional; I just want to make you moan, grunt, and scream my name. I want to shatter through orgasm after orgasm. I want to be spoiled with lingerie and the chance to look sexy for you. And once I get dolled up for you I want to you come at me like I am your air. To be everything you need.
I just want to feel like I’m needed for something more than when my kids need more juice or the contractor needs more money. I want to be all that you think about for awhile. No job, no family drama, no responsibilities aside from coming as often as possible. And maybe let me come as often as well.
I just want you to fuck me until I can’t even think anymore. I want to shatter until you are done using me and then curl up and go to sleep. Sinking into the mattress with my aftercare blanket and your arm around my waist. The comfort and calm of pleasing you with everything I have. And knowing, that should the urge awake you, I am there for your use again.
A weekend without clothes or cares beyond what our bodies demand. Breaks for food or sleep are the only things to separate our flesh. The only thing to keep you from giving you everything that you desire. From the air that you need to live.