Sensual touches. Daybreak. Raining. Us exploring each other. Tasting each other. Showing just how much we missed each other. Moist. Breathless kisses. Hard. His vessel only hard for me. ME. Lost in his world. The world we created together where no argument could ever permanently separate us. Nails caressing his body as if I was just meeting it for the first time. His body that is. A look of intensity. Focused on ME. Only ME. Nails dug in deeper as if to say…you aren’t going anywhere. He can’t for he is mine in this moment in time. A loving gaze that was met with the same excitement and intensity from my eyes. There just was no one else. Just him. Always just him. And I knew right then and there that he understood the depths of my feelings more than I did. Headboard close to breaking. I briefly thought of my neighbors as he moaned “fuck them.” He hardly ever cursed. That was typically me but on this very dark and dreary rainy morning….I was sure that my neighbors would in fact learn his name. Even if they could not understand what I was saying in between moans, they would certainly FEEL him. My love that is. They would feel my love enticing me and hear him calling out my name in moments of pleasure. Tasting him. Riding him. Pinning him down. I wanted him frozen…with my love. I had opened up to let him and only him in. Biting him. Whispering naughty little things as I encouraged him to explore me more. It’s a signal that only I could give…the keys to my body…for him to borrow on this very morning. I belong to me but when I choose…my love can become my gatekeeper. This is just a little game of erotica we play when we have been apart far too long. Even with all of that…his gaze of longing, intensity, love, and seduction is what made me feel WANTED by him. WANTED… ~KJM on Hump Day. I’m the type of woman that cannot feel wanted through sex but it damn sure is the cherry on the sundae when he gets everything else right. ??