His skills and frustration

DB continuously astounds me in bed. Okay, maybe there's a flub here or there. But he is absolutely the best lover I've ever had and he is amazing at making me come when he wants to.

I honestly can't keep track of how many orgasms I have with him. Whether it's a couple that come in waves or many, many of them one after the other, I can't seem to figure out. And even if I could, I'm too distracted to count.

Last time we had sex I realized he's figured out how to make me come during vaginal sex. You know, that type of sex that they say roughly 80% of fail to reach orgasm during?  Yeah, that one. After the second or third one it suddenly struck me that I was having orgasms. As if somehow I could have not noticed.

DB cleared up any doubt I mind tonight when he made me come multiple times with his cock buried inside me, not using a special "coital alignment" grind. He just fucks me that good.

In fact, he was fucking me doggy style trying to find his own orgasm and I came twice. The second one was at the same time he came. I've heard of this magical "simultaneous orgasm" but never thought I'd experience one. Kinda cool, but I really do find pleasure in fully experiencing my partner's orgasm. So won't mind much of it doesn't happen again. But how interesting that it did!

You can't go back

Of course I'm a mess. There's been a lot of stress in my life. So it's no surprise that I'm romanticizing and in love with DB.

It's been two weeks since I last saw him. I went and saw him again tonight. It wasn't quite the same. I realize I'm asking things of him he can't give me. I need to practice enjoying the things he can give me.

The number one thing he gives me is amazing sex. His cock feels amazing inside me. I live for the pleasure of feeling him bury himself in me.

His cock feels so amazing I find myself coming just from his fucking. It's ridiculous. Usually I'm more reserved, but there's something about having him in me that I lose control. I come. Over and over.

I'm so lucky to have that. And I know it.

It's been just over two weeks since I last saw DB. I haven't seen anyone else. I'm hopelessly in love with him. He's not perfect. But the sex is. Oh my god the sex!

And there's a little more.

But more importantly, I think he might be my Mr. Darcy. Cool, calm, collected, serious, sexy, and amazing. I try not to be too much of a romantic about it. But seriously. It's hard not to be in this case.

I gotta stop.

High Fantasy

DB asked that I get high, masturbate and then tell him about what I fantasized him doing to me. He'd make it happen, he promised.

Could he be any more charming? What better seduction? Even romance? He seduces me with words and promises and then actually follows through.

So here I am high. Sitting on the couch and thinking about DB's touch. What do I fantasize?

Always his touch and his voice. His lips barely more than as breath against my ear whispering dirty wonderful threats our violence and pleasure. Just his amazing, sexy voice my ear.

Gathering my hair into his fist and pulling my head back, exposing my neck to his teeth, dragging them over the flesh. His tongue teasing the same areas.

Feeling his nails drag over my skin, drawing lines and random shapes leaving pale pink tracings behind.

The feel of his body settling between my legs.

By then the orgasms begin and my thoughts shatter into a million points of pleasure.