Open Letter

You invited me to sit on your lap so we could talk.

And as we talked, your fingers found my nipple – erect because I was enjoying sitting on your lap.  As our conversation progressed, you fingers just gently pinched my nipple – playing with it perfectly.  All I could do is try to focus and squirm as my pussy started getting wet.

It was in that moment – of nipple play and talking and kissing – that I realized it happened.  A bubble dropped down over us – the party and the conversations were far away.  It was just you and me.  No one else was there.  Even though we were surrounded by people.

The energy – the draw….it was the second time it had happened.  The second time you and I were in the same place – together – where the surroundings faded away.  Just you and me – all that mattered – all that was there.  And that first time – each time we drifted away – we came right back to each other.   The energy kept bringing us back.

Our play that night was fun – pain, pleasure, giggles, and affection.  And just like earlier, people came in and out – and it was like they were not even there.  It was just you and me.  All that mattered – all that was there.

During after care, your fingers traced my neck, my shoulder and my arm.  And each place you touched tingled.  I felt like a cat being stroked. I wanted to push into you just like a cat will do – to get more and give more.

I am smitten. I cannot get enough.  I see potential. I feel energy.  I feel passion.  You are addictive. I cannot give or get enough.

It’s funny how the universe works.

And while I always don’t think this – I’m happy it works the way it does.

Because if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have found you.

One Comment Add yours

  1. OsShirt says:

    Is it Valentine’s Day or something?? 😉

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