Oh For Fuck's Sake

There were other things we could have been doing, but we got naked and slipped into the shower together instead. Hot water ran down my back as he sucked on my breasts and ran his hands down my side. More than my body got wet. By the time my hair was washed, I was practically orgasmic.

Still dripping, he followed me back to the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and I gave him head as my long wet hair fell over my naked back and onto his body. It took awhile for him to come, but when he did, his body became numb, as if I had sucked the life out of him.
Thankfully, it didn't take too long to get him back up, so I could get what I wanted. And I certainly got what I wanted, over and over again.

However, it wasn't completely perfect. As we were having sex, he starts talking to me about fantasies. He obviously suffers from the same problem I do. You know what I mean. I long for a quick romance. One that is perfect, with love and sex, and only lasts one night. Anyhow, he's going on and on about how nice it would be to do this. And, he doesn't even just mean himself. He tells me, that if the chance arrives, I should go for it. Now here's the dilemma, I sort of already have done this. I still haven't told him, though the moment then would have been perfect.

I never keep secrets from him. Why now? Maybe I gave that other man too much of me, even though we didn't have sex. I gave him too much love. I would certainly have preferred a physical fuck, to this mental fuck any day.