I hardly ever put on underwear and that day was just one of those days. Rose petals scattered on the floor of the room and on the bed, scented candles arranged on a line to form a pathway like it was going to be a ritual – a ritual of mad love making. I bit her left nipple gently while I caressed the right one with my index finger and my thumb. I just couldn’t wait for the hour to come, Vanessa would always undress me with her eyes before her hands would even think of it. The bra had the sides of her boobs exposed and her boobs are just how I like them; perky yet soft. Each time she bent to pick items from the cart, my eyes followed. Yes, please… I wish I could say it without sounding so desperate for I was already burning in desire. I want to rub my clit.” This meant I needed to let her be in control and that’s not how I like it, I like to be in full control. I couldn’t go on with my tongue on her clits because she dragged the hair on my head like she was going to uproot them from my scalp.
