I forgot

It was good to see my boyfriend again - to see his face, those eyes, that smile; to hold him in my arms and feel his arms around me, to kiss him, to touch him and feel his kiss and touch upon my body. It was electrical, it sent shivers through my body and made my heart race; it made our week apart worth every second of the wait and we wasted no time in making up for lost time.

My nervous energy manifested itself into sexual tension and then dissipated into satisfaction; and it was a beautiful feeling to wake up this morning with him next to me in bed after a week of sleeping alone. And after a week of behaving myself it was so good to just let myself go - it didn't take long for me to fall back into my old ways.

It was so dirty, so hot and if proof was ever needed then last night it was given - I am nothing more than a whore. Oh my gosh, I could go into so much detail but I do not wish to cause any offence, suffice to say that the photos below tell the story. I know it's nothing new but I honestly forgot how good it was...................