If I ever start to worry that we are going to get stale. ….it’s like you can read my mind, because the very next time I see you those worries seem to fly out the window. When I can’t think of anything next that we could do to each other, you introduce me to something I couldn’t have though of, but drives me so crazy.
It makes me wonder when it will end, or maybe you are just a never ending source of excitement for me. Source of newness and orgasms. It’s been over two years and I still get nervous to knock on your door. I get flustered when you star into my eyes. And your touch, your touch anywhere on my makes me wetter than I’ve imagined could be possible.
I almost dare you to bore me. It’s been so long since I’ve had any kind of typical or vanilla sex that it almost seems like it could feel about taboo.