For starters, this guy- minus the tats- looks like a dude I know. The likeness is fucking uncanny. Sometimes I wonder how long our affair is going to last. Will it peacefully resolve based on its own momentum or crescendo into a dramatic inferno of never-ending madness? As much as I appreciate the games we play I have no idea how this is going to end.
Our repertoire is well rehearsed by now. He arrives at my house equipped with flowers and compliments. His car is parked a few blocks away. We can’t afford to blow our cover. Can’t get caught.
His phone goes off sometimes. It’s the other woman- His main woman. He skillfully ignores her and we continue to pretend that we only belong to each other. We’re sitting by the fancy dinner table, dressed to the nines, candles lit and dinner served on fancy china.
In reality none of this belongs to us. He is a simple waiter with a penchant for gambling, and -for the sake of not revealing too many things about myself- I lack nearly as much credential. We’re both bad on paper and that’s that. But reality is bleak in comparison to the sparkly pretend-world we’ve conjured.
Our conversation revolves around places we’d like to escape to together. We discuss it with such audacity and grandeur- as if we could just up and go whenever. I can tell he enjoys it as much as I do. We laugh from the bottom of our hearts and his eyes narrow into a heartfelt eye-smile.
After putting the dishes in the sink like a good boy; he playfully sneaks behind me, turns me around so we’re face to face and pins me against the refrigerator. His lips aim for mine with minute precision. Our kisses are always extremely intense, bordering on rough. He grabs my wrists gently but with just enough pressure that I can’t wriggle out of his grip.
- I really do love you, he lies and gazes into my eyes.
I reciprocate by descending to my knees, determinedly unzipping his pants to reveal his big dick. It’s beautifully, evenly colored and has just the right amount of silky foreskin. In other words- it’s flawless.
I can tell from the amount of pre-cum that he’s been hard for a while. He breathes heavily, knowing whats about to come.
The instant I grab his shaft, slowly starting to taste him, he lets out a sudden moan and his knees nearly buckle beneath him. Quickly he supports one hand on the refrigerator and the other on my cheek.
With flushed cheeks, he obediently watches as I play with him. Every now and then he pulls me up and gingerly kisses my face. When I pay extra attention to his cockhead he desperately begs:
-more …more… oh god dont stop…
He never tells me when he’s about to cum, but I can tell he’s nearly there when his moans increase in power and his cock starts throbbing deep in my mouth. I give him one final suction and start rubbing his member on my lips in anticipation.This drives him crazy:
- I can’t hold it anymore…….!!!
His entire body shivers as he shoots his massive, hot load all over my face. He was so beautiful in that post-orgasmic haze.
Afterwards, we take a really soapy shower together and the evening ends with us laying closely knit in my freshly made bed - once again pondering about where to escape together.
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