My wish list

I want you to tie my hands together, behind my back, then push me to my knees.

I want a collar around my neck, with a lead attached to it, which you will hold in your hand and position me wherever you want me.

I want you to force the entire length of your cock into my mouth, and, using the lead in your hand, as well as pulling on my hair with your other hand,  fuck my face.  Make me deep throat you.

I want you to drag me to the edge of the bed, push me onto my knees again, and push my face into the bed.  I want you to position your face between my cheeks and run your  tongue up and down the length of my pussy.  Suck on my clit, and bite my cheeks, do anything you want.

I want you to  rub the tip of your cock at the opening of my pussy.  Tease me, make me beg.  Slide the entire length of your cock into me, slowly. Fuck me with long, slow strokes, in and out of me.

I want you to grab my hair as you speed up.

I want you to change your mind, and pull me up, and push me against the wall.  Spread my legs apart, and  thrust into me again.  Pull on my hair and hold onto the cuffs that are still restraining my wrists.

I want you to pound me so hard it brings you to the point where you want to come.

I want you to pull out, and take your cock in you hand.  Finish yourself off, and come over my back and bum.

Now it’s your turn to make a wish list

Sex tips

I’ve been incredibly absent of late, but I’ve been ill boohoo! This is made worse by the fact I have an immune system similar to that of a jelly baby. 

But before I become ill, me and William had quite a fun night, which I would like to share with you all….

This month’s issue of Glamour (the one that has the delicious Beyonce on the front cover) has, like most women’s magazines, sex tips.  These sex tips usually claim to improve your sex life one hundred fold, and promise to ensure you’ll never have boring sex again.  I usually read these and think ‘yawn’ to them, as I’ve either tried them or they seem too complex to try: I would rather have fun during sex than think ‘are we doing this particular technique correctly?’

Most of the tips in this issue were ones I’ve read before, but there was one that seemed worth trying: under the section ‘How to have an orgasm every time’ was a method recommend by Laura Berman, expert in sex. She said to ‘put one pillow under your hips, and one under your head.  Then make sure he stays close to you during sex, moving up and down so your pelvises stay in contact.’

Sounded like what we do pretty much every time we have sex, just to start us off, but this time, there were pillows involved! I’d read about this before, but hadn’t mentioned it to any previous lover for fear of making them think I was unhappy about our sex life.

William, however, seems quite open to trying new things, so I shoved the magazine under his nose for his to read.  He seemed quite keen.

Off went our clothes, and he positioned me so I had a pillow under my bum, and one under my head, making sure I was comfy.  Then, to business.

I felt a bit lazy, just lying there, him doing all the movements up and down.  But then I felt it: the first twinges of an orgasm deep inside.  These twinges gave way to waves of pleasure, building up and up.  The power in them was immense:  they carried on much longer than they would normally, and when I finally came, it was, quite possibly, the most powerful one I’ve had.  Ever.  

And I was completely relaxed afterwards.  I lay there on his bed, naked and uncovered, and I was quite content.  He, however, was not, as he’d been concentrating ‘on his performance’, as he put it, so wanted to go again.  Same position? Why not.

And it didn’t fail second time round, for either of us.  For me, being so relaxed after the first orgasm perhaps influenced how I came so easily, and quickly, second time round.  I like this position.  Well done, Glamour!

April

I know I’ve missed out March, but I don’t think we tried any new in that month.  We probably experimented with things we’d already tried, but nothing brand spanking new.

Last month, however, we did.  I can’t find a picture of this in my bible of positions, so I drew it.  It’s only a little sketch, please, no nominations for the Turner Prize:

I quite liked it!

Another new thing we tried: spanking.  William isn’t into spanking, or whipping, or anything that requires using force on a woman, as he thinks it’s mean.  I can see where he’s coming from, but just recently, he’s been giving me little taps on the bum when he’s taking me from behind.  The other night, he was doing this, until I shouted ‘harder!’ and he gave me an almighty slap, which made me come there and then.

It’ll be whips and paddles soon, I hope.

Carpet burns

As a break from revision (for him) and horrible, horrible research (me), William and I decided to go to the theatre for the night.  We invited friends along to make it a nice outing.  It was thoroughly enjoyable, I think I’ve managed to convert William to the theatre now.  Next on the list is Shakespeare.

Anywho, we drove home, the conversation topic stayed mainly on the show.  When we got home, we closed the door and continued talking, and it was like one of those really soppy romantic rom-com movies, as we turned towards each other, moved a little closer together and then started kissing.  Just like two magnets.

So the clothes came off, an item at a time.  I dropped the keys I was holding to the floor, which made a loud ‘thud’.  Soon we were both standing in the middle of the room, completely naked.  I didn’t need to persuade him tonight: he got right down on his knees without a word from me and started licking.  It felt good, as we’d had a whole week without sex, which has been heightened over the weekend by the ‘no hanky panky’ rule laid down by the rents.

He pulled me down on top of him so I was sitting on his face.  I played with his hair as he grabbed my bum and pulled me forcefully onto his mouth even more, and moved me backwards and forwards over his tongue.  He even ventured into indulging me with a little rimming, but not for long, as his intentions ultimately lay elsewhere.

My bed was a mess (huge surprise for me), so we turned our attention to possible floor space.

He went on top first.  The friction between my back and the carpet wasn’t exactly nice…..but then again, I was having orgasms so I didn’t care!  He had slid into me in one stroke, I was so wet and ready for him.  My legs were intertwined with his, and as I experienced the crescendo before coming, I wrapped my arms around his waist so tightly, just to keep him in that spot that would guarantee my orgasm.

Without letting me come down from my dizzy high, he flipped me over: my legs ached from being spread apart, perhaps due to lack of practise.  It’s been a long time since we’ve gone a whole week without sex.  He slid into me once again from behind, one hand on my waist, the other on my back, pushing lightly to indicate me wanted me on the floor.  So there I was, bum in the air, my torso pressed to the floor.  I was slightly worried I’d get carpet burns on my breasts!

He leant over me and whispered ‘where do you want it?’

‘I don’t mind, I don’t care, make me come again, please!’

In response to this, he fucked me so hard, then suddenly withdrew, and then, basically, I gave him an arse-crack wank (if anyone has a better name for this, let me know): he rubbed his cock up and down the middle of my cheeks, before coming over my back.  I could feel the warmth of his come as it hit my skin, and I sighed, knowing that he was satisfied.

It wasn’t until after all this, William said: ‘Does your back hurt? It’s awfully red’….

February

Looking at which positions me and William tried out this month, I have to say…it seems quite boring!  I haven’t seen very well (I may write a post about it when I get a final outcome on what it actually is, as it’s something that’s an interest of mine), so that has knocked two weeks here and there last month out of our possible-sex-time.  So the theme for this month seems to be variations on the missionary position: who’d have thought you could have variations on it?  Well, here’s a few.

The half-pounder: good for him as he can thrust hard, and chances are he will come before you.  But the higher the woman’s knees, the more pleasurable it is for her.  Although I found, as lithe as I am, I couldn’t hold my knees up high (see picture below) for long!

This is the ‘You’ve Pulled!’ move, as with the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s hips, she can pull him in closer.  It’s a nice move, as it provides more contact of his body onto your clit, but my hips didn’t like this move and had to go back to the following move:

The Easy-Peasy: this is the original missionary position!  An old favourite, one could say, as it is usually guaranteed to get you off.  Although, I found that after a few mintues, I wanted to go back to something more adventurous:

The Hangover Cure:  I don’t know why it’s called that but hey, this is a good move!  Not particularly great for intimacy, as you feel like you’re pushig him away with your legs, but it does allow deep thrusting.  And it’s a excellent position for anal sex, too.

William pointed out the other night that we haven’t had much ‘variety’ this month, and I have to agree with him.  But flicking through my bible that is the book of sex moves, I can think of a few that are definitely adventurous for tonight!

Position Generator

William found my secret stash of goodies in the box under the bed.  Among the sex toys, handcuffs, lube and blindfolds, he found the ‘Sex 365′ book, with a position for every day of the year.

On a tangent here, on the back cover it says: ‘You’ll never have sex the same way twice’.  I find this a very bold statement, as surely you will get through the book eventually, perhaps not in a year, but in two or three depending on how often you have sex/use the book.  Then you’ll have to start again…..using the same positions.

Back to the curve now: William decided we should try out some of the moves.  So I’ve listed some of the moves we’ve been trying the past few weeks, along with whether they are worth you trying out

The Cosmopolitan:  Found this quite good for shallow strokes, but not great for intimacy – it feels like you’re pushing him away with your legs.

Oasis: Shave your legs beforehand!  Better for deeper strokes than the previous, but again, not great if you like the whole intimacy/closeness deal during sex.

Ai no corrida: I highly recommend this one.  Very intimate, it’s an excellent position for letting him kiss and touch.  Works best when you both rock in sync.

Hot on your heel: I like this one A LOT.  The angle at which he’s penetrating provides a different kind of stimulation to a normal missionary, plus you get to cop an eyefull of his buttocks But perhaps should only be tried if you like your feet being kissed.

Sharp shooter: Now, we tried a slight variation on this, where I was bent over (the sofa, actually), but I had one leg in the air, as shown, and he had one foot on the arm of the sofa.  Allows for VERY deep strokes. Which is nice, as long as it’s not too deep.

Digital generation: sometimes the names are a bit lame.  But this position most definitely is not!  I’m pretty sure most people would have tried this though.  But I love it, hence the mention.  What’s even more brilliant is if he lies down, he can wrap one arm around you to fondle your breast, while the other rubs your clit.  Or he can stay in the position in the picture, and can lean down into a kiss.

Tied and Bound

I was stripped naked, with only a blindfold on, and was led by the hand to lie on the bed.  He positioned my arms above me, and then I felt the cool metal of the handcuff encasing my wrists as has fastened them.  I wriggled about, testing to see how much movement I still had, but I had been handcuffed to the headboard of my bed, and my ankles were being bound with silk ties to the bottom of the bed.

Just for a moment, all excitement left me, and the feeling of fear swept over me: this was the first outing into bondage for me and William, and I didn’t know what to expect.  But I quickly pushed this thought aside, as I felt the cold touch of William’s fingers, which were covered in lube: the excitement built up again as they circled my bumhole and he carefully inserted one, then two, then three fingers in.  His other hand (slightly warmer!) was playing with my clit, and occasionally he dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, and I felt so full, but also so hot being double penetrated.

He inserted his rock hard cock into my expectant pussy in one fluid movement, and I had a small intake of breath as I felt the length of him spread me further.  He pounded me with hard, rapid strokes, hitting that place that tips me over the edge.  I tried to move my arms, obviously in vain as the handcuffs weren’t going to budge, so I could grab that firm ass of his.  Just as the first ripples of orgasm started to flow through me, he withdrew, and said ‘I’m gonna come on your face’, and took off my blindfold off:  I watched him grasp his cock in his hand and start pumping, the tip only an inch from my face.  All it took were three strokes, and he came on my cheek.  I opened my  mouth, trying desperately to take the tip of his cock in my mouth, to taste him, but I couldn’t lift my head up to reach: instead, he rested the tip on my lips, and the last few spurts went into my mouth, and smothered my lips.

Finished, he bent down to kiss me before I’d licked all of his come off of my lips.  He tasted himself on me, adding that I looked ‘so sexy’ like this, with his come over my face, and being bound and under him.

Next time it’s his turn.

Exquisite

I love being home at Christmas: it’s cosy and there’s that element of festivity in the air that makes everything warm and fuzzy.  But you cannot update your blog for fear of one of your rents walking in on you.  I’ve had to type this entry over a week!  Although this happened three weeks ago now, I can still remember it because it was so good!  Me and my gorgeous musician, William, had been trying to be good, to wait a bit until we had sex, as we didn’t want to rush into things.  We wanted it to be done properly and for it to be (clique as it sounds) special.

So we set a date, as basically every time we saw each other the electricity and sexual tension between us was huge.  We hadn’t had penetrative sex, but he had already made me come just through touching me and rubbing my clit through my clothes.  We knew that by setting a date, we could set the scene, make everything perfect and it would mean we wouldn’t give into the urge and have a quickie.

William was going to cook for me, I was to supply the dessert (actual dessert here, not sex!).  I arrived at his house, slightly late as I had been making myself up, and had the dilemna of ‘to dress up or not to dress up’.  I decided to dress up slighty, with fancy underwear, a simple ,yet cleavage enhancing dress and high heels.  He had already started cooking when I got there.  There’s something sensuous about cooking together, sharing the wine as you cook: he would stand behind me at the cooker, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other copying my own arm and stirring the vegetables in the pan.  He would carefully tease me, lowering his head to my neck to kiss the curve it made as it joined my shoulders.  Then it was back to business.  Oh yes, teasing indeed.

I have to say, I was nervous.  Well, perhaps 10% nervous, 90% excited (Ode to Armageddon).  I knew it was going to be good, I don’t know how, but I did.  After our sumptuous dinner, he lead me upstairs by the hand, where he’d tidied his room especially (messy boys!).  We stood in the middle of the room, in each others arms, kissing each other, slowly letting the feeling of wanting increase even more than it already was between us.

My dress was the first thing to come off, as he untied the ribbons at the back and lifted it up over my head.  He briefly ran his eyes over my body in approval, his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him to embrace me as we kissed again.  He walked me to his bed, still kissing me, and laid me down on it.

I would like to point out that at this point I was frustrated at the fact that I was semi-naked but he was still fully dressed.  As if he was reading my mind, he pulled his shirt up over his head, and then I pulled him on top of me so he was between my legs.

As our hands wandered over each others bodies, my hands running through his hair (I had previously discovered this makes him putty in my hands),  I moved my head to his side so I could kiss the length of his neck: starting at the jawline, up to the earlobe where I gently nibbled, then onto that part just behind his ear, where I bit down.  This made William moan with pleasure, and he wrapped me up in his arms, squeezing me and pulling me closer to him.

This was definitely the catalyst to William getting the rest of his clothes off, as I was soon helping him undo his belt and pull his trousers off (he handled the socks!).  He returned to his previous position of being on top of me, as I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around him, encouraging him to start rubbing and stimulating my clit through my knickers with his already rock-hard cock.  He returned the favour of kissing me on the neck, gently nibbling my shoulders.

Then he quietly asked, almost nervously ‘Do you want to do it?’, which I thought was incredibly sweet.  I nodded, probably with a schoolgirl grin on my face, as he got up to get a condom from the drawer (yes, an advertisement for safe sex!).  While he was up rumaging through the drawer, I took the remainder of my clothes off, a lay, somewhat seductively, with my arms above my head and one knee bent, to entice him back to bed quicker.

In fairness, I don’t think it mattered how I positioned myself, he’d have hurried back anyway!  He lay on top of me, with his hand between my legs, gently circling my clit.  This was driving me wild, as I’d rather have his fingers inside of me, so I pleaded with him to do so.  He did, thrusting two fingers deep inside me, causing me to literally arch my back in pleasure.  He eased his fingers out of my, only to replace them with his cock, sliding it into me, as I gasped at how it filled me up completely.

I was already worked up to oblivion, so it was inevitable that it wouldn’t take long for me to come: our legs were entwined, my fingernails were digging into his buttocks, I was biting down hard onto his shoulder, and with each thrust it brought me closer to climax, which was earth-shattering, causing my body to shake.  It was very good.  As it turned out, he likes it rough, so the fingernails and the biting tipped him over the edge, too.

Our night did not end there though, oh no.  After a short breather, comprising of mini hugs and kisses and snuggling under the duvet, it was time to raunch it up a bit.  Cue my favourite (well, it was.  I’m now torn, as William makes the missionary so damn good), from behind.  Being as I was feeling so rested after our cuddles, I decided to be lazy and lie on my front, propped up on my forearms, and have William slide into me from behind like that.  This meant he got to lie on top of me again, and I could turn my head to kiss him passionately as he thrust into me from behind.

Here’s the funny bit (it’s funny now): William is quite well endowed, at least seven inches, so he has to be careful he doesn’t go too deeply.  Which he did.  And it hurt!  This resulted in me whipping my head back in response to the pain, and headbutting him.  So concerned was William about him hurting me that he withdrew and insisted in giving me a head massage.  I’d completely forgotten the fact that I’d headbutted him, so he had received the pain too.

Once we’d got over the multiple pains, we giggled, and started all over again.

Wicked way

Now I’m not going to divulge who this was with. A prize though, for whoever guesses correctly:

Him: “Morning. Thanks for the earlier comment, was feeling a bit down, better now. How’s uni life? Wanna come live here?”

Me: “That might be an idea! What was up with you anyway?”

Him: “Posh people suck. There’s room in my castle for you, very reasonable rates”

Me: “How reasonable? I’ve heard castles can be draughty. Get back to work, lazy!”

Him: “The rates involve performing tasks for me”

Me: “Like cooking and cleaning?”

Him: “Cooking, cleaning, sexual favours…”

Me: “Are you being a naughty boy?”

Him: “Well, you know me, I have a hard time being good. Are you texting in your lecture you bad girl?”

Me: “No I am not! I’m a good girl. Can’t you find anyone where you are to enslave?”

Him: “Personally I thought you’d enjoy the slavery what will convince you?”

Me: “Send me a picture of something I like to convince me”

Him: “Ice cream?”

Me: “No! But that’s a good idea for later, keep it in mind”

Him: “How about the sexypants?”

[Sends picture message of him in nothing but his boxers, along with "off in the shower now, pleasant thoughts "]

Him: “Have you thought about us having a shower together so we’re both wet and naked?”

Me: “I have, but I won’t tell you what I’ve got in mind just yet….”

Him: “Does it involve me pushing you up against the cool tiles after you’ve had a hot shower? Either way round, I don’t mind!”

Me: “Sounds good. Trying to decide which side I want to get hot first. But that’ll be after I’ve dropped to my knees and given you a blow job”

Him: “You do surprise me! I’m thinking behind first, so I can press your big, wet tits against the wall while I slide into you from behind”

Me: “You love it when I go down on you, so don’t be shocked! But I’m not going to let you come. That definitely sounds like the best position….”

Him: “I do love it, especially standing up. Not going to let me come then? What else have you got planned?”

Me: “I thought I was the slave here, subject to your every demand? Shall I bring the handcuffs?”

Him: “I wouldn’t mind bossing you about, but I need some direction. What do you want me to do?”

Me: “Not that I need persuasion, but I want to be made to lick and suck your cock. Then I want you to withhold sliding it into me, even if I beg you too”

Him: “And just when you’ve given up hope, I’ll fuck your brains out. Where do you want me to come though?”

Me: “So many options….you’re in charge, you decide, just as long as it isn’t my hair!”

Him: “I love coming in your mouth, but coming inside of you is a close second. You make it sound like there are so many choices, how much porn have you been watching?!”

Me: “Enough. I wouldn’t mind making you come in my mouth. First time anyway”

Him: “If I’m fucking you from behind in the shower, it could go everywhere, all over your ass, your back….”

Me: “Good job we’re in a shower then! There’s in my mouth, my breasts and stomach, my back, in my pussy and in my ass….you decide!”

Him: “I’m sure you’ll make me come enough for one of each. I’ll definitely be fucking you in the ass at some point in the night, if you want it”

Me: “I do want it. I may have to relinquish my role as slave and boss you about though”

Him: “Are you going to take control and ride my cock? What else are you going to boss me about for?”

Me: “I’ll use those chains of yours and have my wicked way with you”

Him: “You’re going to tie me down? Can’t wait, I bet your wicked way is awesome”.

Decadence Part 2

I feel really bad, as I want this to be an account of my time with Johnny before he jets off on his fantabulous holiday. But unfortunately it seems sleep in between these two parts has left me hazy on events :S I will endevour to try my best however!

• So I left you last time with me and Johnny basking in post-orgasmic bliss. I was still up for more, But Johnny needed time to recover. Perfect timing for pillow talk! We talked about me and him, how I actually developed the balls to tell him how I felt (or, to put it correctly, just kiss him. I always think the direct approach is best), and how he thought I fancied someone else, and that I would never like him. We also talked about what to do next year: he will reach Australia sometime in May, but I will still be studying, so we decided to wait until he’s settled down and I’ll go over and visit him. This is, of course, dependent on him not meeting someone else who he’ll fall madly in love with. He doesn’t want me to put my life on hold for him, but he said he’ll stay in touch as often as he can. He also seems to think I’ll meet someone else, hence the not putting life on hold. This may sound completely daft, but due to me actually getting it right when I thought he fancied me, I think that perhaps he is more afraid of me forgetting about him, than him meeting someone else. Judging from how he was with me that morning, I think he really REALLY likes me. And I’m hoping that the following events will cement me in his memory:

After much pillow talk, he leaned over me and whispered ‘I want you again’ in my ear. Both of us were lying on our sides, and I tossed my leg over his, pulling him to me, kissing him. There’s nothing like a man saying he wants you to turn you on. But this time I was in charge. I straddled him, kissing him and slowly working my way down, via his neck and nipples, which I gave a gentle nip with my teeth. I teased him slightly as I got closer towards his cock, by starting kissing his knees and working up again. Finally, I stopped teasing him and licked the entire length of his cock, swirling around the tip, stroking the underneath with my tongue before taking the entire length in my mouth. My left hand stroked his balls whilst I slowly licked his cock in very languid strokes. I could feel him twitch in my mouth, and I could tell he was enjoying it so I stopped and positioned myself above him, and he thrust upwards to meet my downwards movement. I rode him like this for a short time, before I pulled him up so he was sitting up and I could kiss him. I think it was too much for him, as he lay back down and pulled me down and kissed me, thrusting upwards as I moved down on his cock. This felt so good, but I wanted it to be spectacular: I sat upright again, moving my hips in a circular position and fingering that bit between his balls and arsehole, and this was pure bliss for him. I was close to another orgasm, and with his hands on my hips, he was moving me around on his cock as I felt him shudder again beneath me.

Laying down again, catching our breath, looking at him was like looking at someone who’d had an epiphany: He said that that was amazing, that even though he didn’t actually come, he felt loads of pins and needles throughout his whole body, and it was the best thing ever.

So of course, he hadn’t come, and he was like a beast that had been let out of his cage. He told me to lie on my side again, as he entered me from behind. Slowly at first, before grabbing my hip and pounding into me hard, my leg up in the air. I grabbed hold of his hand and moved it to my clit, so both our hands were rubbing profoundly on my clit as he brought me to orgasm. This was a mini orgasm I think, less powerful than the others.

We next went into the doggie position, with me on all fours, and him positioned between my legs. This didn’t last long, as it’s my favourite and most likely to get me off. I was feeling sore from being pounded but at the same time I didn’t want it to stop. He held me as he thrust his cock into me, but not removing it, just swirling his hips around until he came inside me again. He collapsed onto his legs, dragging me with him, so we were sitting on top of each other, but facing away. He wrapped his arms around my front, and I could feel the warm breath on my back, every so often interrupted by his kisses. As I felt his cock slide out of me I literally collapsed on the bed. I was sated (for now) and we resumed our entwined position in bed, him wrapping me up in his arms, and yet more pillow talk. One of the best things (scrap that – it was ALL GOOD! But a nice part) was the attention I got after orgasm: him dragging me closer to him, holding me in his arms, me nestled up resting my head in that nook formed by his chest and arm. The little kisses that he loved so much (he said I kiss just how he wants to be kissed, hence why there was so much of it!). Not always with loads of tongue, little sips of the mouth, with his hand at the back of my head (yum). I told him I liked it like that too. He seemed surprised that such a simple thing is what makes me go weak at the knees for him.

This recovery period was longer than before, partly because *I* needed to recover as well. But he is very good at turning me on. I want to know where men learn to do the whole kissing of the neck so well tehcnique, including licking. Because it’s just fantastic. Is there a handbook? Anywho, I was so turned on again, I quite forcefully made him lie on his back and went down on him again, this time, intending to go for gold. I could hear him swearing under his breath, and occasionally taking my head in his head and moving my mouth up and down his cock how he liked it. I thought he was going to come, but then nothing. Then he called my name, and I stopped what I was doing, thinking I’d done something wrong, but all his said was ‘ride me’. I must have looked puzzled: I mean, blow jobs were my specialty! It was then he explained that he’d never actually come from a blow job before, he didn’t know why, but it did feel really good. ‘But I know what feels better’, he said, meaning he wanted me on top again.

This was slower, more relaxed than my previous outing on top with him. I felt in control, as I was on top, but at the same time, just as vulnerable (if that makes sense) as him, as we were face to face, both of us feeling the intensity of the movements I made. I held the back of his head in my hand so I could lift his head up slightly to kiss me. It felt good, but not enough to bring us to orgasm (too many perhaps?) and we shifted positions again, with him on top. I think it was here that he went down on me, but I can’t be sure! Sorry, but I did warn you I was hazy on the timing of events. Anywho, he kissed his way down my body, and I knew what was coming next, something I’d been longing for in all honesty. He swirled his tongue around my clit, alternating with upwards and downwards strokes. Then he stretch the skin to expose my clit even more, which was pure bliss. I was buckling under his mouth and I could feel my come trickling down me into his mouth. Then he stopped and I pulled him up so I could kiss him. I said ‘you taste of me’, to which he replied with just a smile, and positioned his cock at my pussy again. This was more ferocious, and I had misjudged where my head was in relation to the headboard, so it banged against it as he pounded me. But he placed his hand on the top of my head to stop my head hitting the board. With his other hand he lifted my leg up, so he could enter me even further. I love that, so it didn’t take long to tip me over the edge again!

He wanted me on all fours again but as he pulled out of me and I got up he had this expression on his face that read ‘actually, I can’t wait that long for you to turn around, I want you NOW!’ and pulled me down onto of him so he was sitting up, with his legs bent, and I was on top, using the bottom of his bed as leverage to rock us both to the peak of pleasure. My legs started to ache, so he flipped me over and entered me from behind again. This was the quickest orgasm of our session, a few powerful thrusts and we were both coming all over the place. As we returned to our previous position of us kneeling down with me on top, his heavy breathing on my back, I could feel the come from both of us trickle down between us.

We lay back down in bed, his head resting once more on my chest, his arms wrapped around me, my arms wrapped around him, our legs entwined. I ran my hands through his hair, kissed his forehead, and stroked his back once more. My hand wandered down his back to find the dimples where his back ends and his buttocks start. I swear, there isn’t an ounce of fat on that man, he’s pure muscle. I was intrigued by his back: so muscly and toned, I wanted a better look. I told him to lie on his front, and I straddled him and gave him one of my back rubs (reserved only for the very special people in my life), mainly so I could admire his back, but also to give him something back after all that hard work he put into making me come so often (although he did say he loved making me so wet!). He relaxed even more, closing his eyes, as I massaged his buttocks, his back, shoulders and finally his arms. I started to plant kisses on his back, but my hair (which was a mess by this point) tickled him, which resulted in me pinning him down and tickling him. But he is deceptively strong, and somehow he managed to wriggle round and pin me down. He just held me, so close. We fell into a sort of sleep, not for long, but I managed to catch a glimpse of him sleeping – so gorgeous. I feel asleep with his arms around me.

When I woke, I saw him looking at me with sleepy eyes, and a smile on his face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and kissed me. Then what I didn’t want to hear:

‘I don’t want you to go, but I really need to pack. And besides, the longer we spend together, the harder it will be to say goodbye’.

I knew this moment would come, but it came too soon. It always does, doesn’t it? I crept closer to him, pressing so close to him, as he hugged me so tightly. We were both sad that this was the last time for about 10 months we’d be able to do this.

I broke from the embrace first, deciding to be strong, determined not to cry or be anything but happy for him that he was going on the trip of his dreams. We got dressed, and I saw my reflection and thought ‘oh God!’ when I saw my hair. Johnny went to get me a comb.

As we walked to the door, we clung to each other, hugging and kissing. He told me not to put my life on hold for him, and to study hard, make him proud! And I said I’d see him next summer, as long as he doesn’t meet his future wife, of course. To this he replied that I might meet someone else.

Both options are possible. But (and I know I sound daft) he isn’t the type of person to go off on one night stands, so this I’m not worried about, and even if he does, well…we’re technically on hold, so I can’t complain. And he won’t be staying in one place long enough to develop a relationship with anyone, so I am clinging to the possibility that this time next year I will be back in his arms (aren’t I soppy?). But no, I’m not going to put my life on hold, in case it all goes tits up. I’m staying busy, trying new things, carrying on with the hobbies that both Johnny and I love doing, so I can go ‘Ha! Look! I’m a black belt before you are!’ and so on and so forth. I’m not going to stay at home, waiting for an email every night. But I will look forward to next summer so much.

Today I’ve been emotional. I was thinking to myself ’24 hours ago I was with him’. And almost instantly I got a text from him saying that he was thinking the same thing. I’m sad that he’s going but I’m looking forward to seeing all the pictures of these gorgeous places he’s going to, and telling him about MY adventures, even if they are restricted to this country. I ache from all the sex yesterday, but I don’t want the aching to go away, I want it to stay, as a reminder as it were. I’m scared also of being hurt. But my mom said something to me today: she gave him a picture of me years ago for him to scan into the computer so it could be blown up and given to my nan, who at the time was short sighted. Apparently he just looked at my photo and was speechless, and was just breathtaken by it (sorry, I don’t mean to sound vain here, just going on what I was told). But he hadn’t met me at that point. Then this summer, I started working for him.

Yeah, I’m scared of being hurt. But I’m also very excited about what could be.